I'd like to think it was Orlando, but A Room of One's Own might be more accurate.

[jacktellslies]

I dreamed on the edge of waking that rather than having teeth, my cunt was a book. You slid into me and were rewarded with innumerable paper cuts. And between sleep and waking I shifted between horror and pleasure, but I cannot decipher which reaction was the rational one and which the dream, whether I tried to stop you or whether I pressed you in deeper. As for you, you didn't seem entirely dissuaded just yet.

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[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

When I'm dying my hair I'm constantly anxious about it. Roots must be kept at bay at all costs, the horrid devils.

[jezebellydancer.livejournal.com]

I think I may go with the look from the lead singer in Cinema Bizaare with my natural white in front and some other bold (same red) color in back, but I need to transition lighter first as I am not very creative and refuse to pay my stylist for this sort of thing.

In the past I have threatened to shave it all and wear wigs. If I looked like Persis Kambata or Natalie Portman, the decision would be so easy.