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I bought hair dye at a garage sale for 3$ on Saturday. It was slightly expired but after I got over the burning sensation on my scalp, the end result is not too bad. My hair is pitch black now and Lavi says I look like Ashlee Simpson. I think I look like the angry goth kids from my highschool (circa 1997).

We went to karaoke at the Gladstone last night and Fake Prom 2005 was carrying on in the room next to the bar. We snuck in and danced like sluts on the stage. At my real prom in 1998 I danced like a slut on the stage for real. This time I was being semi ironic. Highlights included clearing a circle in the crowd and running-man battling with a bunch of girls sporting Jessica McClintock creations. I totally kicked their asses and was given “mad props” by party goers all night.

I am way too hungover and tired to write more right now. Plus Rambo is on tv and he is about to go back to Pakistan.