lost blog

Found this sitting as a draft when I was going through old blogs. Thought I'd publish it seeing as I just got my hair done and it's a nice sort of "before and after" of how I was feeling about my hair. Or rather an "after and before" since I've published them arsed about face(that means the wrong way around in Ireland). So here it is...or it was...anyway shut up and read it.

I need a hair-cut. Badly. My split ends have split ends! My hair is my favorite accessory and I need to start taking better care of it. Not to sound like a hair commercial, but I do put my locks through a lot. I bleach it, curl it, and straighten it constantly. Not to mention the amount of back combing (which I have become very fond of lately). My poor hair has started to resemble Bett Lynchs' beaver. Only she parts it with a leapord print thong and not a comb...

read the signs

Mr M informs me I'm turning into that housemate. You know the one. The one who leaves helpful signs around the communal areas telling you what you should be doing and when.
Now, I will willingly admit that I put up those signs. I had to. They have turned me into this neurotic person. With their messiness and laziness and annoyingness.
 Who leaves dirt cups with 3 day old tea bags lying in them? They do. Who leaves bowls lying with water in them and calls it "washing up"? They do. Who NEVER cleans any part of the house. They do...well they don't but you know what i mean. They never pay attention to my signs.

Maybe i should leave a sign in the shower... Who gets over friendly with the showerhead when she feels lonely? That's right... I do.

does not compute

Has no one in those IBM adverts watched The Matrix/The Terminator? Making machines that know they need to be repaired soon before they break down??? Why dont we all just shave our heads, climb into a bath of pink goo, plug ourselves into the mains and cut to the chase. I worry sometimes my laptop is monitoring everything I type and is putting all the information its collected about me in some kind of  big scary database, full of information about me and millions of other people around the world. Learning about us. Using images from our computers to use facial recognition to track us. Logging where we go and who we go with. Invading our privacy and monitoring our every thought...

dog eat dog..

My mum insists that when we give the dogs a bit of our food we make sure we give each of them exactly equal amounts. I genuinely thinks that she thinks the dogs have some kind of "love off" when we all go to bed. Like one dog is all like "they gave me 8g of chicken and you only got 6g!they love me more!suck it!". Even if one dog is in another room, and can't actually see me feed the other dog she insists I go in and give him some too. She's crazy. That or the dogs are bullying her...

crowning glory

Got my hair done today. Colour cut and styled. Cost a fortune. However I think, as a woman, you're allowed to splurge on your hair from time to time. It's my favourite accessory and can make/break any outfit. If my hair doesn't look right, it really doesn't matter if im wearing the nicest dress in the world, I'd feel like crap. My mother keeps on at me to dye it back to its mousy, dull, uninspiring original colour. I like this ice-blonde I'm currently rocking! I look like Marylin Monroe (when the lights are dimmed, the mirror is sufficiently vaselined and I've poked you in the eyes... ).

swollen tip

I haven't posted on here in 3 fucking months! Shocking behaviour. I have no excuse except laziness and .....malais. Love that word. Dunno what it means exactly. Sounds like a scottish person hurt their legs.
Anyhow, I'm typing this with typically slightly raw and swollen fingertips. Not from the usual exploits I assure you. I've been getting creative again (which really should be the usual exploits since i spent all that money getting thon degree in Art not Self loving). Making things is both enjoyable and stressful. Mainly when a dealine is involved. They should change that bloody word for starters. DEADline. Bound to get you a bit stressed. Prefer FINISHline. Especially when i finish first. Hence the usually swollen fingertips.