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ADDICTION - THE FIRST STEP IS ADMISSION
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ADDICTION - THE FIRST STEP IS ADMISSION I thought it was high time I addressed some of the weightier issues in life. So today I’m going to blog about addiction, and how it can totally jack up your life if you’re not careful. We all have vices of one kind or another. The extent to which we allow them to control us determines our level of addiction. I am shamefully unashamed to admit that along with being a blogaholic, I am also a chataholic. I have in fact spent 21 consecutive hours in chat. I am the reigning queen of chat in the TriState room. I’ll accept the accolades later. I justify this vice by arguing that it is cheap entertainment from the comfort of my own home in my fleece pajamas; and that it is actually marginally superior in intellectual content to reality TV. But the truth is that this level of addiction can be a dangerous thing. Thankfully I have it all under control. Or do I? I decided that my hair needed a touch up this week. My natural color is dark brown but my preferred color tends towards light brown. To achieve light brown, I use whatever shade of blond is on sale. (I bet you see where this is going) I need two boxes to do a decent job on my hair, having enough hair to provide head rugs for a global alopecia convention. Unfortunately, I didn’t have two boxes of blond in the same shade. So I decided to use the ultra light platinum blond for the darker roots and the darker blond for the rest. So far so good. If I timed it right, it would all come out roughly the same shade. This is where the story derails a bit. I sat down to chat. An hour and a half later...(for you guys not educated in the intricacies of hair coloring procedures...20 minutes is the suggested time span), it suddenly re-entered my frame of reference that I still had harsh<b> bleaching </font></b>agents at work. I ran to the shower and quickly shampooed it out and then took a fearful look in the mirror. And was blinded. I could have directed traffic from outer space. Airplanes were diverting from their intended airports, homing in on the halogenic wattage of my hair as frantic air traffic controllers downed Xanax by the bottle. It was way too late at night to run out for a box of rescue brown. I tore the house apart, usually I have some stashed away. No such luck. I had a lunch date the next day. Not enough time to go out in the morning to buy hair dye, color it and make it to the meet on time. What to do??? Panic! And chat. I went back into the chat room to share my tale of woe. We all discussed the various options available. It was a home remedy brainstorming think tank. Soy sauce and Rit fabric dye were thrown out there and I actually considered them both. Then someone googled and found an e-how article on the staining powers of coffee. Hey why not? Why let the fact that it is 3 am and you have no idea as to the validity of this method stop you? I only drink fru fru coffee as my ex used to call it. So I had Gevalia gourmet brews in cinnamon, mocha, raspberry and Irish crème to choose from. I settled on Irish Crème. I used the whole pack as I figured stronger would be better. Being lazy, I circumvented the instructions somewhat and threw the whole pack of grounds into a pot and boiled it on the stove. And went back to chat. Who knew that coffee paste would boil so quickly? It erupted and spread all over my stove top. Brown sludge was everywhere. It looked like the shit monster had exploded in my kitchen. The directions said to soak my hair in it fifteen times and then let it soak for 15 minutes without drying it with a towel. Ok so back to chat. No towel. My shirt was soaked in brown sludge. I had brown streaks dripping down my face and back. This was when I suddenly realized the folly of my laziness. Coffee grounds were EVERYWHERE. I should have brewed and filtered it like regular coffee. Because by everywhere, I mean the floor, the counters, the sinks, my bed, in between my toes, in my cleavage! And most of all in my HAIR. Pounds and pounds of it. It was now close to 5am and I had to wash my hair eight times to remove most of the offending grounds. By which time the subtle half shade of brown that the coffee had applied was also thoroughly washed out. For my date I sported a very blond do, with the particularly bright areas dimmed marginally with a tube of mascara. Quite effective if not ideal. At least there were no car accidents or downed planes while I was out. Chat tip # 37. Never let chat friends talk you into dumb stunts at 4 am. P.S. My hair has now been returned to it’s normal non halogenic state. And I am still addicted to chat. . Freedom Live. Laugh. Love. |
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 Excellent Post!!!!Yes I have assisted and administered hair colour on several occasions while being a helpful general purpose ODB. Bleach too. Just be glad it wasn't depilatory cream or something like that. I left that on too long recently and had to make my pervy way to a swinger club with a chemical ball burn. I was nice and smooth though  All are welcome to an audience with The Magnificent One oldirtybacchus
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12/3/2009 6:14 am |
What were you thinking? Cinnamon should have been the obvious choice. Irish creme would leave the police, who pull you over for speeding because you're running late for the lunch meeting, to think you were drinking and driving. Being a coffee addict myself, a woman who dunks her head in java might be the perfect woman for me. KISSES
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 And I thought the glow in the northeastern sky was due to your smile... Hope your lunch went well. Lesbian Date Network Parody Of a Real Sex Site
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12/7/2009 7:26 pm |
Multi-Tasking is an addiction too
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12/12/2009 12:40 pm |
so true but don't stop bloggin ! I love to read ur's ! also stare at those awesome eyes !
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At least nobody suggested shoe polish!
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2/5/2010 8:00 am |
I have seen you in the chat room, like every time I go there (which had me wondering), and you explained it so well here. Now I know. The chatting is so divergent, I think almost dyslexic, I have a hard time fitting the answers to the questions and I'm pretty smart. About 20 minutes in the chat room and I have a headache. Being so versed and skilled in the chat art, maybe you could put together a chatters guide, or chat-rooms for dummies. Something to give newbies a leg up in what seems to be a rather raw and carnivorous environment.
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