I’ve been wasting tons of time today with Yearbook Yourself. LOL!
So, I went through my Flickr friends list and chose a few at random. Can you guess who they are? 
Some worked well and other fell far short. heh
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Okay, maybe not kill. BUT I MIGHT...depending on the day...you know how it is. ANYway, I cannot seem to find a decent hairstylist. Anywhere! California does not have good hairstylists...or something. The last time I went, the girl was like...afraid to cut my hair. Like she would cut AT THE AIR ABOVE MY HEAD (not really, but she hardly cut any.) And the time before that, the bitch gave me a MULLET. I swear to you. My hair looked like a mullet. This is why I no longer bother with styling my hair. Why take the time to style my hair when it is going to look crappy because of a horrid cut? You can’t hide a bad cut with styling. I don’t care how Shear Genius you are. I seriously am considering going to Supercuts. Because it can’t be any WORSE than what I’m paying $65 for at a regular stylist.
Anyway...anyway!
So I haven’t shared a foot picture with you guys lately. Oh wait. Have I shared any foot pictures with you? I’m sure I have but maybe you don’t know the story....so....here it is. Wherever I go and whomever I’m with at the time, I must take a photograph of my feet. We usually try to pick cool spots like the beach in Kauai where the chick “washed that man right outta her hair” and the place in Boston where they did that massacre thinggy. I have a whole collection of them from all over the place. 
So, I was thinking the other day that I don’t have a good foot picture from here in my house....sooo....I leave you with my latest foot picture. Notice the unpainted piggies? Yeah, why bother when they’re crammed inside a closed toe shoe like we’re required to wear at work. Yeah, like dropping those BIG HEAVY GIGANTOR pills on them is going to hurt them. Actually, some of the bottles of pills at the pharmacy are kinda big. The ones that we fill a lot of come in BIG HEAVY GIGANTOR bottles before we divvy them up into eency bottles and sell them to people for a bazillion dollars or whatever it costs for a prescription drug these days.
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Later, y’all!
I shopped for shampoo today. There are entirely too many choices to make a decision! Frizz Control, Extra Conditioning, Super Moisture, Dry & Damaged, Straight, Curly....in raspberry, strawberry, apple, dog shit, dirty penis, coconut, rosemary, vanilla, fermented grape, rotten tomatoes scents. Good gravy!
Then there is shampoo from London, Paris, New York, Tokyo, Los Angeles. Oh yeah, because that helps my decision making. Thanks. Why not shampoo from Cleveland or Rancho Cucamonga?
AND THEN there are endorsements...endorsed by Allure Magazine, Glamour magazine, 4x4 Trucks magazine, Photography magazine....I even saw one that said, “Endorsed by blondes.” Well THAT is a rousing fucking endorsement, eh?
I just wanted shampoo that doesn’t stink so much it makes me want to die. I just wanted a shampoo that says, “CLEANS YOUR HAIR AND DOESN’T MAKE IT FALL OUT.”
For the record, I went with John Frieda Sheer Blonde shampoo and conditioner because it smelled the best. EVEN THOUGH I don’t have blonde hair. I’m such a rebel.
from Target and in it, they were hawking these horribly ugly panties for women. They’re boy-style. And I don’t mean boy legged ones either. No, these are styled like men’s tighty whiteys. Look how ugly! I don’t care that they’re pink. I’d rather be boiled in oil than to wear panties that look like men’s underwear. I’m a FEMALE. I prefer my panties to look like panties. I just find those so disturbing.
Not really. But kind of.
What I’m talking about is that I am now qualified for an extension in my unemployment benefits. The thing is? I make more money from sitting at home and collecting back some of the taxes I’ve paid than I do going to my crappy little retail job. (I told ya’ I took a GIANT cut in pay, didn’t I?!)
Makes perfect sense to stay at home...doesn’t it? Well, not really. Because the extension is only for 3 months worth of pay and I would kinda miss those misfits that I work with there. I’m fairly confident I could get another job Just. Like. It. but is that what I really want? Not really.
Here is the other thing...I can collect the difference between what I’m making working my crappy little retail job and what unemployment benefits are. So I could continue to work there and still get part of my taxes back, too.
And before someone gets on a high horse and prances down to click the comments button to tell me what sort of “OMFG LEWSUR” I am for collecting benefits, know this: You have NO idea how MUCH we pay in taxes every year so you can fuck right off and die.
Speaking of fucking right off and dying, I hope Hasbro goes bankrupt for making them take Scrabulous off Facebook. I hear their bloated piece of shit Scrabble game sucks donkey balls on there. I won’t be playing it.
