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Oct. 2nd, 2004 06:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosIt's six a.m. on a Saturday and I'm awake. Fuck you, inner alarm clock.
Urgh. My hair pisses me off. If I wash it before I go to bed, by the time I get up in the morning it's not only all soft, but it ends up all wild and wavy like Julia Roberts's hair used to be in the early '90s. Which, you know, would be nicer if it were past my shoulders and didn't look like a mop at this stage. *ruffles hair* Grow, you stupid hair! Grow!
Urgh. My hair pisses me off. If I wash it before I go to bed, by the time I get up in the morning it's not only all soft, but it ends up all wild and wavy like Julia Roberts's hair used to be in the early '90s. Which, you know, would be nicer if it were past my shoulders and didn't look like a mop at this stage. *ruffles hair* Grow, you stupid hair! Grow!
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Date: 2004-10-02 03:57 am (UTC)Best 80s cartoon moment for me was that NO ONE in the entire WORLD had heard of Jase and the Wheeled Warriors. Eventually I gave up asking, and thought this weird tale of cars and plants and such was a product of my diseased imagination. Then, one day, not only did my exceedingly coolandpunk friend mention it without prompting, he then proceeded to sing me the *entire* song.
Aah, happy days. :D