11/7/00

my scalp is burning. my hair is probably going to fall to the floor in clumps at any moment; i can always be a chelsea girl, right? my suitemate just commented that my hair looks look a swirl of rainbow sherbet, which is better than the comparison that i made. i still personally think it looks as if someone nutted in my hair. it doesn’t smell like rainbow sherbet, either. the chemicals are making my nostrils flare and my eyes blur. it’ll be just my luck that a few years from now manic panic will release a statement saying, oops, sorry, but turns out that our products are cancer inducing. just my luck...

not that my luck has been too bad, lately. things seem to be more or less better. i’ve been hanging out and drinking and going to parties and watching testosterone-filled-boy fights and procrastinating and...nothing exciting at all, really. but things feel better, somehow. as if i straightened out some kink within myself. (a kink that probably looks like one of the naddy strands of hair.) okay, time to wash this junk out my hair before i have to start not shaving my pits and wearing all tartan and talking about about how oi i am.

[lather, rinse, repeat.]