10:46 a.m. - 2005-09-21
Unfortunately, I did know that plums were what prunes were made of, because I've never gotten into the senior citizen prune scene and I now realize that I just drank a pint of PRUNE JUICE.
Guess where I'll be a few hours from now? Huh? Come on. Just guess.
Some days I wonder what my IQ really is.
I'm debating whether to get my hair finished (she only did half of what I wanted on Friday because we miscommunicated. So my hair on top is grown out with an inch of dark brown/grey sprinklings and the rest washed out bronzish brown, and I have a couple of blonde streaks on the bottom layers, but what I really wanted was a layer of blonde underneath.
So I'm supposed to go back Friday to get that done. But I also have to get my car worked on Friday. But I am unhappy with my hair.
So what to do?
I'll figure it out.