Now I didn't do all of it, I only did a strip that runs down the left side of my head. Though its a little more then that cause I had a friend helping me put it in and he smeared some over the rest of my hair for "highlight" purposes.

So now the left side of my head is a scarlet kind of red color intermingled with my normal shade of brown. The color is suppose to be a bright and startling shade of red.

But I didn't pre-bleech my hair to make the color stand out. And the fact is I have a very dark shade of brown for my hair. So dark it can look black at times.

Actually it looks more like a shade of raseberry in the right light. Its pretty funky looking, but I probably shouldn't have done this half assed.

Though I'll tell you when I went and took a shower to wash out the die. The shower floor looked like I was re-inacting the famous shower scene from Psycho.

Though it was more comical to me so it really reminded me of that scene in Mel Brooke's High Anxiety.

HERE'S YOUR PAPER! HERE'S YOUR PAPER!

Yeah if you don't get that refrence then run out and rent the damn movie. Its back when Mel Brooke's movies where funny as hell.

Damn.

Fuzzmom has informed me I was right about this hand rest feeling like a breast implant.

Christ thats just a casuality in bed waiting to happen. You could poke a damn eye out with one of these things. Though admitedly it would be pretty fun seeing the look on people's faces after you tell them how.

Random Person: Hey, what happened to your eye?

ME: I got slapped in the face by a stray booby and my damn eye popped out.

Your depth perception is fucked, but man did you just freak out that person.

Suprsingly enough you don't see a whole lot of porn stars with eye patches though. Which either means they are really good add dodging them in the heat of the moment or they're forking out money for decent glass eyes.

Which is just a shame cause the eye patches would make all those pirate themed pornos just that much more realistic. Though the down fall of this is the "money shot" would probably be fucked up. The woman down on her knees, mouth wide open, seven feet away from the man.

So I decided with a little bit of extra cash in my pocket from my birthday I'd go out and get something I've been dying to get.

New damn music.

You see every night I'm on the computer, which is for several hours at a time. I'm constantly listening to music. CD's repeating over and over as I read diarys, work on mine, check out sites I love, bullshit with some friends.

I have a collection a little over eighty CDs and I've listen to every last one of them more times then Ted Kennedy has been drunk. I love all my CD's, but quite frankly I'm sick of only being able to listen to them.

So I gathered up my money and hit the music store and the pawn shop which are a block away from each other and about a block away from me.

First I picked up brand new Disturbed's new CD, Believe. Now its distincly different from there last CD, but as for now I'm not sure if thats a good thing or not. Though track 12 is this very beautiful song called Darkness which makes the CD well worth it even if I end up liking the first disc better.

As luck would have it a close friend of mine happened to be working at the pawn shop when I got there. Despite the owners being right there cut me a deal on six CD's which normally runs for twenty four bucks, but I got them for fifteeen.

Ah, gotta love friends in pawn shops.

Which was about two dollars cheaper for those six CD's then for my Disturbed CD. All of them in excellent condition.

One CD, which I threw a quote of it at the end of my last entry, is by a late comedian Bill Hicks. Grown up in a small very religous family and town. He was the epitome of free thinking and biting sarcasm. He was the Lenny Bruce of his time and did more to show you the reality of life while making you laugh.

Another one of the CDs I got I used to have this album on cassette years ago. Though either losing it or lending it out and never getting it back again. I haven't had it in a long time.

Stabbing Westward's Wither Blister Burn & Peel. I had forgotten how great this CD is. From its hard edged and emotional "Shame" to its reaching out for answers to love with "What do I have to do?"

So I made off like a bandit with seven CDs for just over thirty dollars in total.

Oh and I'm buying a cordless power drill off my neighbors for ten bucks. Black and Decker and practically brand new.

Damn I don't know if I should jump for joy all the great deals I'm getting or pound my chest in a testoeroin laced manly show!

*tilts head up, puffs out chest, then proceeds to beat my fist on my chest*

WHOOOOO...cough cough..gag...cough

Damn.....that hurt, I'm never doing that shit again.

It's about time - Wednesday, Jul. 07, 2004
An Honor for Chrome - Friday, Feb. 20, 2004
A great loss - Monday, Oct. 20, 2003
a terrible announcement. - Tuesday, Sept. 09, 2003
Chrome speaks: - Friday, Sept. 05, 2003