H A I R

I won a free colour at an expensive hairdresser but I don't really want to colour my hair right now.
But I want to use it because I haven't been to a hairdresser for oo maybe a year and the only time I went to an expensive hairdresser was never.

Maybe I should cut?
Is it fringe time again?

Maybe I should get her to dye it as red as possible. Red red. Be properly redheaded.
If you happen to come across this blog, ideas, opinions etc I want them all.

(please don't let me cut my hair it just got long again.)



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Old Man Love

I was sitting here wishing I had the superpower of transporting anywhere I wanted, anytime so I could magic myself to Sydney and chill with Bill (Nighy), when Rove asked Bill "what super power would you like to have?" and Bill said he wished he could transport himself anywhere he wanted, anytime...



HE'S IN THE COUNTRY.

HC 4 EVA

Helen Clark is now #3 in the UN.
She is in charge of the Development Program.
I think she's really something.
I just really hope it isn't revealed that she has a 12year old wife or anything.
It would be ever so disappointing.
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How did this blog get so political?

A Message

I became terribly disillusioned about blogs for a while there. Too many awful ones. Hence, lack of my blogging for a while. Fear I would be included in this Shit & WasteofTime category.
But lately I've been reading some really great blogs. Well written. Interesting. Thought provoking. Entertaining. (I mainly find them through Conn's blogs which I think I have links to, go see.) Hence, increase in my blogging activities. Hope to one day be included in this GoodBlogs category surpassing fear of being included in the other.

Cyberia

I am in love with someone on the internet.
I don't really know who he is in the real world but I don't care because I know the cyber-He and that is who I love.


And I really want to go back to India.

One Less Lover

I have completely given up on the whole "for the love of" theme. Is that terrible of me? The truth is if I had to think of such a title for every post, I'd never blog again (cheers blocked out by some super loud sweet tunes...)
anyway.

Marc Jacobs is apparently engaged. SIGH. I guess there was never much hope there for me anyway.

Also I plan to put some more photos up soon. On my photie-blog I mean, not here, so if y'all wanna go see, go find it, I'm sure I linked it to myself...

One more piece of news. I learned to touch type in India. All those keyboards in Hindi script, or shitty and worn away so no-script, it was kinda enforced.

CIAO.