To dye or not to dye that is the big question ?
So I've been dying my hair forever and I'm sick of doing it cause it stinks and it's messy and the colour never comes out the colour shown on the box.
But my roots are really coming in some dark ass colour mixed with a bit of grey I've noticed recently ( great ). So my question is to leave it see what colour my hair would actually be and deal with dark hair growing in like a racoon for months on end or dye it again ?
Hummm pondering :)
Or am I becoming yet more handsome as I get older?
Is that possible?
Not suicidal…. But just so sad and angry and miserable and medicated.
I am a big girl and I don't understand why its so hard to find a quality man. I am a really nice person with a lot to offer to a man. I want to get married and have children. Big girls deserve love too.
I started boofing jenkem a while ago, but my shrek rig broke. I have no idea what to do. I am completely addicted to jenk, but now I have no way of boofing it. I really don't want to have to go back to huffing it like a beginner, but I guess a mild high is better than no high. :(
Me (a woman) & my husband (a man) want to attend the upcoming Pride festival events (particularly the lesbian ones) as his birthday is coming up during the celebrations (we are both straight) we are hoping to meet a woman there even though she would be lesbian as a present for him (I might kiss the girl but I'm into girls myself as it would be for my husband)...
So I told a female coworker what we want to do & she says go to a straight bar or nightclub instead as going to a lesbian event when it's for my husband would be inappropriate & not for straight couples looking for their lesbian unicorn....I say so what....we can do what we want....we just want to party & have fun & a little action while we're at it.
That was something. It felt like a lifetime of experience. Every moment effortless and truly special. Never had I felt like this. We could have spent eternity together. There still wouldn't be enough time. I couldn't begin to explain how extraordinarily sorry I am or how much you meant to me. I guess that's the thing about.. I don't know where the hell I am now. You will never read this, but whatever you think or feel, please know If there is such a thing, you were it for me. I lived every moment with you. I regret that there is any doubt about our experience. I regret this in every cell.
I feel anxious. Watching a dear coworker put on a brave cheery face. But I can start to see the bruises blooming from overwork. The imbalanced relationship is wearing on them. They reassure they’re fine and it won’t last. I used to be in a similar relationship with work. it lasted years. I remember how I thought, the choices I made and how much it cost me in the end. Only a doormat welcomes being walked all over.
Apparently 38 years old isn't as agile as 9. My ankles were mostly fine while I was playing soccer with my nephew... until the next day when I badly sprained one just walking down a path.
I've been reflecting on relationships these days. I'm not in one and I'm coming to terms with the realization that I won't ever be in one. As I age out of the era of one-night stands (which sucks because sex is awesome), I am okay to be single. While I like the idea of love, I am not sure whether I'm built for the compromises that demand it. And I like my own bed to myself as I'm a light sleeper. Occasionally, I'm a bit sad that it wasn't in the cards for me. There was a time where I really thought it might be possible, but I couldn't find anyone fearless enough to fight for being together. Nobody thought I was worth the effort, I suppose. That is what is sad.