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Nasty Noters

LOL at all the "magic bullet / sex toy" comments. That’s just hilarious to me. 

Imagine if it WAS both…

OR MAYBE NOT.

Purse Tragedy

Anyway… my purse is breaking. yes. It’s been less than a month and the material on the strap is peeling off and breaking. I don’t know what to do to fix it. I think I might be "handling" the dumb purse wrong.

Now, if I’m doing this wrong, let me know, but I thought purses were MADE TO HANG. I hang my purse up at home. I don’t want it on the floor or getting buried, so it’s easy to hang it up. However, for some reason, since I started doing that I’ve gone through more purses. Granted, the last one was a zipper issue, but the others have all been strap issues.

If purses weren’t made ot hang… then I have been mislead all of my life.

It’s annoying and now I have to figure out another storage place for the damn thing so I don’t damage it further. This purse needs to last ALL SUMMER LONG. Ya hear?!

Bah!

New Hair Color?

I’m thinking of dying my hair red. Not like fire engine or carrot red, more like a purplish bergundy mahagony ish red.

Baboo said he wants my hair to look like Sharon Osbourne.

I’m not so sure about that. I think it needs to be darker. 

I told myself that I wouldn’t do red anymore. The last time I did it, I tried to go blonde right after and that was a disaster (recall the orange golden head of 07!!!!) … but since I know better now, it might be ok. I know that I will probably go back to black after the red, let that wash out and go brown and then lighten… so I’ve learned the course I must take.

Baboo wants to pay for me to get it done in a salon, but there are no salons that can do my hair that Ifeel comfortable going to.

Yes yes, this is quite snobby of me, but the places that do "ethnic" hair are mostly in the ghetto and I really don’t want to go there. I can’t just pop into any old place because my hair turns into a giant fro when it gets wet.

So… I’ll do it myself and hope I don’t look like a mess afterwards.

ha.

but that’s at least a few more weeks away. My head is still recovering from the braids, but it’s doing pretty good.

I know, hair talk is EXCITING.

I would talk about it more, but I don’t want anyone having a heart attack from the thrills.

Alcohol Police

So, due to some things I am not going to mention and the fact that Baboo’s drunken escapades pissed me off this weekend, we are going to SEVERELY limit our drinking for a while. I’m going to have to be the alcohol police, but whatever. I don’t really drink that much, but downing an entire bottle of champagne the way I like to is probably BAD. ha ha.  So yeah, we are going to lighten up and try to salvage brain cells.

It actually sucks most cuz Baboo will sleep Saturday and Sunday away. I mean, he’d sleep until the next night if he could, get up and drink and sleep the next day away. I usually try to get him up around 2 or 3 if I can. It’s a bad habit. We need to be up and active during the day like normal people. I usually get up by 8 AM and start moving about, but he sleeps and the kids notice and I don’t like what it might be saying to them. They shouldn’t see their father figure as the man who slept his weekends away and only saw them when it was getting dark.

So we shall change that! I insist!

Judge Woes

I haven’t heard back from the judge regarding my application to do service by publication. It’s bordering on a month now and I’m worried. Last time they sent my stuff back FAST because there was something wrong. But… now? Nothing.

I also worry that my evil ass bitch moose of a neighbor took it or lost it. She is terrible and I hate her. I wish she’d move.

Frivolous Applications

On a frivolous note, I paid 99 cents to get "Surviving High School" on my I-phone.

I’m officially insane.

THANKS FOR PLAYIN!

Extra Content: Annoyance Rant!

I’m annoyed

Ok, so on the other side of the cubicles is a filing cabinet. There is a grown ass man sitting on it (it’s short)  kicking his legs and the *bong bong bong* noise IS DRIVING ME CRAZY. go back to your desk, stand up, or just sit there if you must but PLEASE FOR ALL THAT IS HOLY STOP KICKING YOUR LEGS ON THE DAMN CABINET LIKE A 2 YEAR OLD! JESUS!!!!!!

I might have to put on my head phones.

I’m hungry. (the man finally left so I don’t have to worry about losing my mind. But damn, I wish I had a cookie)

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