they tell me it's the sincerest form of flattery.

i refuse. i mean, i flat out REFUSE to use any other hair dye. this is where i get my swagger from. you will never find a better hair dye anywhere. i've never been happy with the way i look until i found special effects. if nothing else, my hair looks amazing. don't even try to play like it doesn't. to look in the mirror and love what you see comes before any of the stares, the comments, the pictures, or the opinions. i use sfx atomic pink to create the perfect anne-type illusion.

i don't like to feel excluded or strange in that way. called out in public like i'm an attraction on the side of the freeway. it makes sense then that the only people who wanna stop by are the people desperate for a cheap thrill in the middle of the desert. no one of substance would think to look twice. i can see what your about to say behind your eyes before it even occurs to you to say it. the meanings of words start to warp together. every time you say "interesting" all i hear is "different". every time you start a sentence with "i love..." everything goes fuzzy for a second and a "thank you" rolls off my tongue before i can even stop myself. i couldn't care less about what you like, dislike, or what crazy teenage fad your offspring is going through. i promise you that 90% of the 'thanks' i don't mean. i'm not thankful that i have to justify who i am to someone who points out the things about me they're to chicken shit to do themselves. "is it hard dealing with people like that?" "not as hard as i imagine it is for people like that to deal with themselves." you're a coward, and the whole world knows it.




ah yes, i remember it like it was just yesterday and not 3 years ago. ducking into the first L.A. salon i could find and demanding "pink! i want pink! anything so i don't look like them..."