...I dyed my hair red... I mean fuschia-shock yesterday. Complete spur of the moment decision. The illustration to the left is very very crude and well - the fuschia pink does not really look like that. Instead, try and imagine what it would look like if someone dipped their head in red beet juice. Riight. There you go. I also don't have short bangs.
I wasn't seriously planning to dye it. Especially not fuschia. But what can you do when SATAN possesses you? (NOTE: Joke. The trick is to pretend the bold "satan" is pronounced with an echo like Dana Carvey's church lady would say it on Saturday Night Live.)
I think it was the same SATAN that possessed me to devote 93 seconds into finding the e-mail address of a man I harass frequently on my bus to and from Durham by knowing only his first name and approximately what he works with. I think I spooked myself by finding it. Or, what I assumed to be it. To be on the safe side, I sent a one line e-mail inquiring. I got a reply. Hah.
I now feel like a complete stalker. *shrug*
In better news, me and Gene go to Charlotte tomorrow afternoon to see Ani DiFranco in concert. WeEEeeE! I'm so excited! It's kind of funny to get to see an artist I first started to like because I read some quotes by her in people's .sig files live. And she's so cute ;) It does mean that I will not write anything tomorrow, but hey, just think of the long entry that will be the result on thursday.
Have fun. Be Fuschia.