Well, what can I say? A mask to hide behind? A face to disappear from, a thing to do something, I don’t know, I just really really fancied a change. Now if I look closely at my past posts, I’ve probably changed for particular reasons, andbto be honest, I would like to know those reasons. I don’t feel stressed, I don’t feel down or anxious, I don’t feel anything g really, and maybe that’s it. I want to feel something!
So yesterday, when I sat in the hairdressers chair with a face full of bleaching agent, I pondered upon the decision I had made. Not withstanding the fact that when she asked me if it was stinging, I said no! It fucking burned like hydroflouric acid, I thought I had bitten a fucking xenomorph whilst it ate a fucking scotch bonnet. The worst part, I licked me lips, my tongue wanted to jump out and dive into a pool of milk or cream, or jack Daniels, just to take away the flavour of death.
Oh this wasn’t the first attempt, that just didn’t bring out the KFC colonel look in my facial hair, this was after the second coat, I had to wash the first coat off after half an hour of face melting and apply another! As I sat there, for another half hour, I started to hallucinate, it wasn’t the chemicals I was swallowing that did that, but the Ines I was snorting through my, now burning, nose. I must admit, I was bunged up when I went in, this shit melted all the snot into my skin and cleared me out.
This part was fun, after washing away the second layer of satans secretions, and consequently swallowing anoth 10cl of the stuff, she applied a white gloop, WHITE!! In a matter of seconds it was turning blue and I could smell the reaction occurring, however, it was a less pungent, and more pleasant, aroma than the Sweeny Toddesque putrid stench I had before.
After only five minutes of wondering what sort of damage I was doing to my chin, it was time to wash off. I mean wow! Love it, it WILL go lighter and more vibrant in the next few days, which I’m happy about, and I don’t care what anyone thinks about it. Be different! Why not xx