Just over four months without bleaching. ‘Hot roots’ is the term my cousin used, I believe.
Crystal Reed and an uncomfortable level of attractive oh sweet greyface I’m laughing a lot but you did technically manage 9/10
I recently discovered that I can cut 15+ minutes off my morning routine by simply failing to give a shit about what my hair looks like when I wake up
a list of (moderately) productive things Stephanie has done this week:
SO, I saw Obama declare the home of Cesar E. Chavez a national monument yesterday. I was expecting literally nothing but local Hispanics but holy shit there were supposedly over ten thousand people from 25 different states there, all of different races and ages and stuff. ‘Twas quite cool.
I was also asked by a security guard if I was Katy Perry and cringed when members of the crowd booed virtually everyone who came onstage that wasn’t Obama. Honestly, people are rude as fuck.
The highlight of the day, however, was definitely when Obama apparently mispronounced the word ‘stubborn’ in Spanish, instead using a slang term for diarrhea. I’m really immature all right and laughed for an embarrassingly long time.
oh, and I got quite a few compliments on the R-Money shirt I made for the event (all of which were from women, I might add — save for one man who stopped me as I was walking, stared at me for a moment or two, and then said ‘sorry, I had to get a look at your shirt, I’ve been hearing about it.’):
Everything considered, it was a fairly good day aside from the fact that I’m now sunburnt like all fuck, as you can tell from my chest and arms in the picture.
You should see my nose, I put Rudolph to shame.
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