Hair by the good folk at Wildilocks @ The Lockworks

I adore my new hair, and Kat (Cat?) @ The Lockworks is now the only hairdresser I shall have. Never before have I walked into a hairdressers, blathered some jibberish about what I am going for, left it to the hairdresser to take care of it and have it work out how I wanted, but better. Not to mention that the products they use are delightful, the bleach smelt like candy instead of chemical death and the staff are all beautiful and lovely.

I love Cabaret Nocturne, especially when DJing there and making the people dance to everything from Wire to Edge of Dawn to The KLF to MSI (MSI tracks that aren't Straight to Video or Shut Me Up). It was very hot and the vomiting bints were an unwelcome addition, but aside from that lovely people, hilarious dancefloor action a Cab pulling up the alleyway to the club just as I was about to brave Flinders/King steets to find one made for an awesome night.

I have to work tomorrow, which I don't love, but my shift crosses over with some people I enjoy being around which makes it a lot more bearable. Thing about call centres - it's all in the people you work with. Eight hours attached to a head set is a lot easier to deal with if you have good people around you.

Voting before work and possibly visiting Cass after work, depending on how well I am holding up after the lack of sleep I am currently getting (note to self - go to bed, retard.)

Spending the weekend messaging the Palmer kids with assorted interesting facts to know and learn about Robert Palmer. They are working at a hippie wank fest and I feel they need constant reminders of the world outside, and we all know the world outside is all about Robert Palmer.


....I'm going to bed. I may have had gin and be talking complete nonsense.

And I have had a buttload* of fun as a blonde, but now I am going to see if I remember how to have fun with another colour in my hair.

May or may not return to blonde in the near future. 2007 just hasn't been feeling particularly blonde for me.



I do not necessarily mean that literally either, filthy flist :p

What to do when you can't leave the house to buy products in case people show up (people you are expecting at 'some point' this evening) and you have wretched brassy tones and patchy blue streaks in your hair?

Crimp the fuck out of it.

Yes, with enough crimping, back combing and hairspray no one will notice/care about your brassiness/patchiness.


..At least, this is the theory I am working on for tonight.

Ugh. I know far too many people who have had horrible things happen lately. My thoughts are with them all.

Also- a request- I want to get contents insurance, and wouldn't have the faintest idea where to begin. So can my sensible growed-up friends give me some advice/point me in the right direction as to what I need to do/what is good/who is good/etc?

In other news- After a slight catastrophe with peroxide. I now have really fucking short hair, with a bit of a fringe thing, and it's white blonde, with some light baby blue streaking through the fringey bit.

It's almost like the cut Fairuza Balk had in American History X:

http://members.tripod.com/~llwyd/willing/ahx2.jpg

http://www.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0120586/Ss/0120586/8?path=gallery&path_key=0120586


I have been told that it's incredibly hot, and also glamorous. Furthermore- I can have a quiff with little effort- which I like.

The boys are making me wear a black nurses dress with white fishnets (And B will wear a white nurses dress with black fishnets and has black hair) at the EP launch. With our awesome co-ordinated outfits and cleavage of doom, I am sure we will sell much merchandise for the band. ;D

It's too hot today. And I think I will move into an igloo before Sunday. Ick. Why isn't summer over yet, HUH?!

Also- Karaoke last night was fun as usual.

I recall singing:

Shoop - Salt N Pepa
Add it Up - Violent Femmes (with Cinta)
I Got You - Split Enz (with Rory)

um... I think that was it. I don't know.