i am having my roots done tomorrow. F-ing BLOND HAIR HIGH MAINTENANCE COARSE ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. though i will have more blond added to it so that my hair can look more like hay instead of strictly looking like a horse’s tail when it is curly dry weird messy.

and the first family hairdresser is going to be doing it. i haven’t seen her since i was ten i think. if she pulls my hair like she use to when i was a hyper-hypo shitkid i am going to go mental and she will go mental and then my mum will go mental and then i’ll have to wait in the car with foil on my head.

i stayed up ’til 3:30am talking to matthew good about jumprope clubs and being shut-ins and other nerdy shit and then some dingler telemarketer called and woke me up early for my grandmother who doesn’t live here and i just hung up on him when he started talking and so he calls back and i said excuuuuuuuuuuse me don’t you even care about my feelings? i was sleeping. no one lives here. i am house-sitting.

i read in the post about some old lady who had a heart attack on the phone because of a pushy telemarketer demanding her life savings and apparently this is/was happening quite often to old people so now when these fuckers call for my grandma i am extra suspicious about their intentions because i guess they know she is super-old and willing to fall for their “you won the lottery so empty your bank account to cover the taxes so you can collect it old lady you stupid bitch cunt CUNT cunt CUUUNT!”

and too bad for them all they get is a crabby fucked-up, shut-in everytime who gives nothing but contempt and rudeness.

there are at least 10 calls a day, sometimes 15, not kidding.

the first couple i am polite enough but by the 7th call i am pretty irritated because rocky and i are off being retarded together and the fone rings and he prances away like a grasshopper because noise is the boogey-man to him and it’s just some nasally dickhead on the line asking for my grandma.

perhaps if their voice was at least a little bit sexy, you know, things might remain mellow but no, even the telemarketer’s voice is impatient and annoyed like they have the right to do that. is that the new tactic? influence me with your impatience and i will spend ten minutes doing a survey with you? please, can i really?

and some of the time it sounds like the person just learned how to read. they talk all slow like it is going to make you hang off their every word and be so totally psyched like it’s 4 in the morning and they are as riveting as the tackiest infomercial ever, and by this i mean, at 4am, an informercial is your best and only friend therefore we adore the infomercial.

ok i don’t know where i was going with that analogy but what i do know is a telemarketer calling this house and the chance of me being not annoyed by it is like trying to convince the KKK to like black people.