Oh, and I hate my hair. It is a bit spikey (at times, though not enough) and it can be rather red striped. But I still think I have a mullet. And I don’t want a mullet. But I don’t know what else to do. I do plan on getting something done to it the day before I fly. I want the ridiculous red that isn’t found in nature to go with my lesbian chic look I will be sporting for all my old classmates.

Tried the Bloody Mary.

I printed out Ma Bear’s recipe. I added an awful lot of worcestshire sauce. I still didn’t like the tomato juice. Might try the same thing with another juice. Thinking about pineapple. Drank a fine bottle of red instead. Hence the teeth bleaching.