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Idiot Control Now
bees on pie, burning rubber tires
call me judith
D: Are you going to color your hair before we go?
Me: Am I getting gray on top again?
D: You're starting to look like Miss Manners. Which is wildly attractive.
Me: Then why would I color my hair?

I've had the odd gray hair since I was eighteen. My family always made fun of it. They made fun of my weight and hobbies too, then wondered why I moved 500 miles away.

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Current Music: it's coming down--cake

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