wooooooppeeeeeeeeee

i am debt freeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

look at me!
this is me with no debt!
i am without debt!
me minus the debt!
don't come lookin cos there's no debt here!
zero! zip! nada! none! nein! non! het!

i paid my credit card and i paid back my dad. i have no phone bill, i have....

i just had a thought. now that i'm debt free dad might make me start paying rent again.

maybe i should go purchase a few things on my credit card.

am i invisible??

am i invisible? or does common decency just not exist anymore..
i was asking myself this very question one particular strange day last week.

elevator ride #1
i was in the elevator at the gym and this woman is peering at herself in the mirror. i'm thinking to myself, ok everyone does that but i wouldn't while other people are with me. and then she starts squeezing blackheads out of her nose. little black and white dots of puss appear and then she WIPES THEM ON THE MIRROR!! i nearly threw up. i was staring at her with a horrified look on my face hoping she would notice i was there and stop. but she didn't. she just kept squeezing with her face screwed up like a really ugly bulldog until we reached the car park.


elevator ride #2. ***warning... this is gross***
i was in the elevator at work and these 2 girls behind me are discussing std's (cos i know thats what i like to talk about at 9am at work)

(girl 1) 'i have these little bumps with yellow heads and when i squeeze them the puss shoot's out'.
(girl 2) 'you should stop sleeping with him'
(girl 1) 'well i would except he is the perfect size for anal and i've always wanted to do that'

at this point i got off the elevator and walked the other 2 flights. some things you just don't want to hear about without half a dozen cocktails under your belt.

i think i'm traumatised

in response to B's comment

OMG YES!!! i thought a response of this magnitude required a post of it's own... just incase you missed it.

i love parties... i love hair parties even more. when and where? can i wear my party dress?

oh that sweet smell

everyone has a particular smell that makes them smile, close there eyes and breathe deeply.
for some women it's an expensive perfume. for others it's freshly baked cookies. but for me, its freshly dyed hair... that almost sweet chemical smell that creates a strange tingle in your head.

having curly hair i can't do too much with it when it comes to style and cutting. too short and i end up with an afro, too long and the curl loses its bounce... i have about a 6 inch safety zone. so the only way i can do something different is with a bit of colour. as a result, the last time i saw my natural hair colour i was in the early years of highschool.

i've never gone black and i've never gone blonde but it's been every colour in-between. red, purple, copper, caramel, chocolate, mahogany, light brown, dark brown, sometimes all at once... and after a little mishap with an at home streaking kit, even a touch of orange made a cameo - even if it did only last as long as it took me to rip open a new packet.

today i attempted a really light brown. but since my hair had so much colour in it from the professional 'dark brown with a red tinge and copper highlights' job from a few weeks ago, its now 'slightly lighter shade of brown with a slight red tinge and not-quite-copper highlights'. but its got that intoxicating smell.

in a few weeks i'll go lighter... and one day soon i might even have enough guts to go blonde.... a really dark blonde... with honey and gold highlights. oh how i love highlights.