Posts from the ‘old blog’ Category
I want to dye my hair
I’m crazy. I really want to get red (not auburn) piecey, highlights in my hair. Why? I donno, but I have always liked the look of dark hair with red highlights…maybe even a miz of white in there too. The catch? I can’t do it…I would never be able to pull it off at the company I currently work at. How frustrating is that? Something I just want to try for a little bit I can’t do…unless I pay some serious money to get it done very well and then if it looks too edgy I can pay some serious money to have it dyed back. That’s a HUGE waste of money. I don’t know why, but it seems women can get away with the change in hair style and color much easier then men. Why is that?
Once, I wanted to grow my hair out too…but that only lasted 4 months then I cut the sides and back…let the top grown for another 2 months. I couldn’t take the “bad hair days” any longer and cut it the same way I had 6 months before.
What have you wanted to do to your appearance, but couldn;t for fear of reppremad at work or just the looks people would give you?
“This is one of those views which are so absolutely absurd that only very learned men could possibly adopt them. “
– Bertrand Russell
[what’s your angle?]
I was tagged
Tagged by Amy @ buddha belly fortune cookie
1. Go into your Blogger archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag 5 people on your friends list.
“The first few pages had me laughing my butt off at the nerd humor (some physics jokes). Hopefully it ends up being a good way to spend a few hours of my life. :)”
I tag:
– Mercy
– Carol (no crapping out!)
– obsessed without a clue (do you have 23 posts yet? ha!)
– Anonymous Coworker (I’m sure it’s something memorable)
– Apryl (let’s pull you into the loop)
“Glamour, that trans-human aura or power to attract imitation, is a kind of vessel into which dreams are poured, and some vessels are simply worthier than others… A beautiful woman can turn heads but real glamour has a deeper pull… Glamour [is] the power to rearrange people’s emotions, which, in effect, is the power to control one’s environment.”
– Arthur Miller
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I dance at my desk
I do! Now this post is not to be confused with Confession Wednesday #2: I sing out loud in my car. That was singing and this is dancing. Keep up!
I have a massive chunk of my digital music catalog at work, because I listen to music all day while I think of solutions to <a href="http://anonymouscoworker.blogspot.com/
“>Anonymous Coworker’s necrophilia issues. I’m kidding! I just wanted to steal some of his Google hits. Back to the point…
So I listen to music at work, but there are sometimes when I catch myself dancing in my seat to the point it’s hard to type. Is that so bad? I mean everyone needs a break to the daily grand sometimes so why not dance my problems away?
I just bought Soulwax: Nite Visions; it has a clubby beat with some rock tossed in (don’t ask why I say rock, but there is rock in it I’m telling you!) – I danced in my office to it yesterday during work, in my car after work, this morning on my way to work and I am listening to it now. I’m stomping my foot right now…
What’s my point? Well I never usually have one, I just ramble for hours on end…just like this lead in…
My point is that music helps my day go by faster and “better”. At lunch I close my office door, turn up the music and rock out while I eat, surf the web, do my homework and play poker. Forget the odd looks from coworkers, forget the background noise when you answer the phone: being professional is overrated! Just ask the professionals before you where it got them! Company car? Who cares! Bigger salaries? Who cares!
Dance, I say. Dance.
“The great omission in American life is solitude. . . that zone of time and space, free from the outside pressures, which is the incinerator of the spirit.”
– Marya Mannes
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.: the babbling dweeb :. 