It is two frickin' am on a monday morning and do you know why the hell I am up? It sure as hell isn't because I'm having fun drinking myself into a frenzy, although that is my plan for the next hour! My aunt decided she could highlight my hair.. my very dark brown hair.

As of this moment I look like the orphan annie. I may have to scream. I look like Jon right now. An Eminem wannabe. I may die.

Thankfully I have great friends like Stephanie to help and console me:

IMaMISSfit: you can be jons look a like
kinkyskankergirl: OH NO YOU'RE RIGHT
kinkyskankergirl: ewe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IMaMISSfit: err i need to cut it but i think i am gonna grow it out, i havent had long hair in such a long time
IMaMISSfit: cuz its at the gross stage right now until it grows another 2 inches
kinkyskankergirl: u have no comprehension of gross right now dude
kinkyskankergirl: it looks like..
kinkyskankergirl: i fell in a bucket of bleach
IMaMISSfit: lol
kinkyskankergirl: and some got bleached and some didnt and some got dyed red
kinkyskankergirl: its like diarrhea colored
IMaMISSfit: ewwww

Thanks Stephy-poo or whatever you call yourself. But seriously guys, that whole sharted thing, my head has sharted..

I am officially ugly. Apparently, I used to be hot. Now, I have had my doubts about this for a long time. Ugly Duckling syndrome.. You're ugly for so long that you never realise you totally grew out of it. I now have no doubts of my absolute ugliness.

I look like an orange, blonde and brown Cruella Devil. I am so hideous... Michael Jackson would flee in fear of this. It looks like peanut poop. Like a huge pile of shit with yellowy peanuts and random stuff all stuck in it.

I am gross.

Why am I gross?