so sad i forgot to cry

remember how in 1995 when you'd go the nightclub and meet the girl you're seeing and she had gone and dyed her hair red, but not some professional salon job but just some drugstore $5 thing that doesn't really make her hair red but just sort of vaguely reddish-brown, and you walk in into this dark, smokey (1995, remember) nightclub probably all high on weed and all colour blind and shit, and then the girl talks to you for ten minutes and then basically calls you an asshole for not noticing her ghetto dye job? I kind of now feel like she felt having moved my monitor at work six inches forward and having nobody even notice. It makes me want to be all bitchy at my coworkers and then go request KMFDM and then go flirt with their friends.