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So as of last night, I'm even more pissed off about the idea of losing my job. Can't really say why right now. (As in can't say why cause I can't talk about those details right now)

I'm Selling Out.

I'm dying my hair a normal color. Plain old solid auburn. I'm a sellout. You know, like a slacker guy getting a job requiring a suit. Really...the fuschia streaks don't hinder my job performance. In fact...theyre racing stripes...they make me more efficient...yeah...it could happen. No more than having boobs hinders my job performance. No more than pantyhose makes job performance better. Death to pantyhose. Evil, evil things.

No more fuschia streaks...that is, until I get a job in a place that will alow it *tents fingers diabolically*

Kathy's coming down from PA to visit fr the weekend. We're going to a medieval feast-type thing Saturday.

My fuschia streaks...*cries*

One Last...

So I thought about it and I figured...seriously doubt I'm going to take the Best Buy job, and besides...on the off chance they were to offer me the money I'm asking for, I've seen some people in Best Buy stores with far freakier hair than I have...I decded to use up the rest of the fuschia dye and go over the fading streaks. Once I have a real interview scheduled, then I'll do the "normal" thing.