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Honeymoon and hair

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Tankity tank tank. Honeymoon from knitty is now gently covering my own honey moons. I used some yarn that mysteriously landed in my stash, DK Luxor, I happened to have 5 skiens of it in this lovely coppery color. I've also got a bunch in an olive green, which would be another tank it it didn't suck so much to knit with, but then again, maybe knitting with shitty splitty yarn is akin to childbirth, you forget the pain and only remember how good it feels when it's all over and done, and so you do it again. Yeah, so the yarn was splitty enough to make me curse like, well, like me. Shit. I followed the pattern pretty much right on though I wish I'd tried it on before starting the neckline, I'd have rather it been a bit longer, I'm not really a belly-show girl. It's not as bad as it looks in the pic as my shorts are riding a bit low. I suppose it looks best that length so that you can see skin though the eyelets, still, the belly, bah.

And here I digress, getting caught in what is pure boring-blog fodder. This picture is taken post-shave but pre-bleach, they're usually done the same night but I felt a bit scratchy in the throat and decided to wait. So, the fodder? You guessed it, the dreaded hair advice. I really hate hair. Hate it, hate hairstyles, hate hair product, hate hate hate, who knew I was so full of it? Preemptive to any hurt feelings, I only hate my own hair and I'm sure yours is just the pussy's meow. Yep, mine? I hate it so much I shave it with a 4 on the clippers every 2 months so that in between I don't have to touch it and I know what it looks like at all times, even if what it looks like is, you know, shit. The bleach is just to, and this may come as a shock to ya, make me stand out. So, with the picture before you of me and my reddish hair, and the blond me here, which do you prefer? Am I wasting time and washing out with the bleaching?

I'm also aware that I'm breaking another blog rule -- never ask questions directly. It's a sure fire way to make you (me) feel like the biggest loser since that time in highschool when you (I) stole that picture of Nate Minnis off of the spirit board and got caught by his girlfriend. Yet here I am, asking the question and hoping the one person that reads this will be kind and leave many and varied comments under several convincing aliases.