Punchline- I have a blue fauwhawk. In real, day to day life. I have blue hair.
So the week before last I was standing in Walmart at the magazine rack, reading something unmemorable. I happened to walk up to a mother and her nine or ten year old daughter, whilst she thumbed threw a hairstyle magazine. "What color are you going to dye your hair?" "I don't know." Her mother responds. "What about orange?" her daughter sugests. "Like strawberry blonde?
I never miss a chance to see AFI in person, certainly not when their Texas stops are few and far between. You can't match what happens when they are right in front of you. You can't.... fight it.
Its validation, more then anything I guess. Our first shows, whether we are new fans or own every single cd just never got the chance, to see them live; solid, powerful, electric, it dampens those fears and doubts. For those of us who now have a few shows under our belts, it solidifies that no matter
Greeting bloggers. My name is Kendahl, and as you can probably tell, I don't blog all that much. No, I'm more of a story teller, and that's what I use my writing spaces for. Last night I had a very interesting dream, in which two words kept repeating themselves; Poison White.
Poison White. Prt 1. The Dragon. Ch.1 Now.
Ann sat at her kitchen table, her head buried in one arm as her other mildly held the phone to her ear. "What do you mean, he's gone?" Mark