Lost at Sea (metallicaangel) wrote in get_up_dread_up,
Lost at Sea

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Week and a half

Well, my boyfriend was visiting me, and we used his camera to take pics of my week and a half old dreads. They're just over two weeks old now, and there's a party on my head! Half of them are unravelling, and the other half are tightening. It's hard to leave them alone, but I'm doing it. I figure that the ones who come apart all the way can be re-done and they might change their mind and decide to lock up if I just keep my hands to myself for a month or so. I'm still palmrolling when they're wet, spritzing them with salt water. I'm not really sure it's doing anything tho. TT_TT Everyones dreads here are so pretty, I feel a little on the un-dreaded side. I think I may just have been successful in managing to mess them up. I had a weird nightmare the other night where I took a felting needle to them and kept jabbing myself in the hand as I worked, and ended up with a big nasty beavertail for head. My dog was in the background, watching me from a podium, and she spoke with the voice of an asian man, telling me, "Patience, young grasshopper!" ... I swear to god I'm straight edge, but I did eat a pretzel close to bedtime....


Baby dreads: The Musical


Can't find a tam? That's fine. Your only real dilemma is boxers...or briefs?


We wake up looking like this...and by we, yes, I do consider my dreads to be separate, more awesome entities than myself.


I know the theme is pets, but I am in a lustful relationship with my car, a 1978 Chevy Chevette that gets possibly the worst gas mileage for a compact car that I've ever heard of. Roughly 10 mpg. city streets, of course. I'm not brave enough to take her on the highway.


In actually keeping with the theme, my partner in crime and best friend.


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