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these are all titles of emails i've received in the last few days. all spam, and a bit annoying, but they're blowing my mind. almost words, but just one little letter throws it all off. cumbersohe cohslip? that's clearly cumbersome cowslip. of course. but what does it mean? is it code for something? and if you add honowulu lncient (honolulu incident) to it, it becomes this reference to somethig historic. or maybe it's a warning. oh spammers, what are you trying to tell me?

*sigh*

so about a week ago i went to this fancy schmancy salon to get my hair cut and dyed. i decided to finally skip the chinese lady at the kiddie kuts who argues with me about how i want my hair to look, all while mumbling in mandarin, and get myself a nice pierced gay boy with shiny pants. to this day i still don't know if i made the right decision. that salon totally boggled my mind.

first of all, i was there for no less than 4 hours. 4 fecking hours. do you girls always do this? is there some people that this actually makes sense to? or is it just a ploy to make you feel like the $170 you spent for a haircut was worth it? i think that's probably it. but i've got news, it didn't make it worth it at all. not only did you suck away half my day, but you also drained my wallet. i also puked when i saw the bill. for god's sake, it was just a haircut, and a bad one at that. i'm quite pleased with the highlights i got, though i think they've faded a bit, but the haircut seems to be the bane of my life right now.

i stressed to the guy that it had to be something that wasn't complicated because whatever he did to it would never be repeated. i am not hair capable. i can blow dry it and get it to lay down, but that's about it. i can't figure out gook and curls and body. i am a girl, but i'm not girly. can't anyone understand that? apparently not because whatever i try doesn't work. i've taken to trimming bits off that i can't control and i'm sure that's made it 20 times worse. is it any wonder i shaved my head for a good portion of my life? pffft. i'm destined to look like a retard forever. poor me.

in other news, the countdown to the vacation has started. packing hasn't actually started, i'm still at the assembly stage. piles of clothes and neccesities and not a clue what to do with them. what i'm going to wear on the plane seems to be the biggest problem. until i decide that i can't actually pack anything.

that and the disagreement about what suitcases should be taken. it's not brain science, but it's very hard to figure out. the hub thinks everyone's clothes should be put together in the biggest cases we've got, just in case. i want everything to be seperated, most important that babyj should have his own bag. it's ridiculous, but i'm a bit insane that way. i'm sure it will all get done, but i'm not so sure i won't lose my mind before it does.

and that's about it. nothing else to say, no philosophies to impart. i'll try to update before we go, and maybe while we're there, if i get a chance. if not, then you all have a nice week. smile, cukes.

and jen, if you're reading this, please update. we miss you and hope you're ok.

oh, crystal, did you get my email?

oey.. bye bye peeps.

-pops

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