whilst using your product to dye my hair with, i noticed something that perturbed me slightly. the conditioner supplied with the hair claimed to make my hair 'cashmere soft'. that was a nice idea. i like cashmere (i think) the words that come to my mind when i think of cashmere are soft and high class. however. i researched cashmere on the internet, because i wasn't sure what it came from. and it turns out.. well, the words that NOW come to mind are soft, high class, and GOAT. oh yes, i know the truth. cashmere wool comes from cashmere goats.
thank you so so much, l'oreal, for making my hair soft like a goat. that sounds like something borat would say. i'm very unimpressed. i put my hair in your hands, and now, not only is it not very red at all, it's also goat-like.
yours,
a severely disappointed customer.
p.s. EIGHT POUNDS. EIGHT FUCKING POUNDS. WHAT, IS IT MADE OUT OF GOLD AND RUBIES OR SOMETHING?
Saturday 24 April 2010
Tuesday 20 April 2010
Monday 19 April 2010
it's been
a whirlwind in my life.
i joined the gym, and have only been once. well done me. i'm going in about an hour though, so mer. i've spent all weekend in a tent with my boyfriend. which was ace, since the tent was in his living room with a tv right in front of it.
my dad got a juicer, so i've been secretly juicing things while he's at work. he hid the instructions so that i couldn't use it, but all that's done is make me more determined to use it, and also more likely to break it trying. i've discovered that i have a natural aptitude for it. i made a strawberry one, and my mum said it was the best smoothie she's ever had. i know that's probably parent hyperbole, but it was still nice of her. but if anyone ever offers you a ham and cheese smoothie? tell them: no dice.
here is a photo of me being excited about my life.
i am also applying for jobseekers allowance, known to our transcontinental friends as being a shiftless failure. so well done me on that point. i need the damn money and i can't find a fucking job! at least i have a mother to tell me that the smoothies i make are delicious.
i joined the gym, and have only been once. well done me. i'm going in about an hour though, so mer. i've spent all weekend in a tent with my boyfriend. which was ace, since the tent was in his living room with a tv right in front of it.
my dad got a juicer, so i've been secretly juicing things while he's at work. he hid the instructions so that i couldn't use it, but all that's done is make me more determined to use it, and also more likely to break it trying. i've discovered that i have a natural aptitude for it. i made a strawberry one, and my mum said it was the best smoothie she's ever had. i know that's probably parent hyperbole, but it was still nice of her. but if anyone ever offers you a ham and cheese smoothie? tell them: no dice.
here is a photo of me being excited about my life.
i am also applying for jobseekers allowance, known to our transcontinental friends as being a shiftless failure. so well done me on that point. i need the damn money and i can't find a fucking job! at least i have a mother to tell me that the smoothies i make are delicious.
Wednesday 7 April 2010
well
it's taken two hours, and with the help of sonic youth's 'goo', two j-cloths, bleach and some old joggers, i've scoured the bathroom and also tidied my room. feel pretty good, if not scruffy because i have a pretty good birds nest do and also i stink. sexy.
i had forgotten how much i like watching buffy the vampire slayer, and now i am pretty glad i remember how awesome it is. i was scared to watch it again in case i was remembering it better because i was younger, but it turned out that it's still awesome. i'm glad because there's seven seasons so it'll take me ages to re-watch it. that's time better spent than finding a job.
HEY I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING TO WRITE
'sometimes it seems that these small deviations from routine are the only things that keep us avoiding death. when i wake up i am paralyzed: living, breathing, lying on my bed and existing so loudly. wondering how? every day, every minute, how i have cheated death just by being alive?'
i thought of it in a taxi the other day when going a different route to a friends house, and realising that the different route cheered me up. right, now i really really have to go and shower because i am absolutely rancid.
i had forgotten how much i like watching buffy the vampire slayer, and now i am pretty glad i remember how awesome it is. i was scared to watch it again in case i was remembering it better because i was younger, but it turned out that it's still awesome. i'm glad because there's seven seasons so it'll take me ages to re-watch it. that's time better spent than finding a job.
HEY I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING TO WRITE
'sometimes it seems that these small deviations from routine are the only things that keep us avoiding death. when i wake up i am paralyzed: living, breathing, lying on my bed and existing so loudly. wondering how? every day, every minute, how i have cheated death just by being alive?'
i thought of it in a taxi the other day when going a different route to a friends house, and realising that the different route cheered me up. right, now i really really have to go and shower because i am absolutely rancid.
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