"i don't know how _____ & your _____ could raise you.. you're such a hippy child, and don't care. you're SO my child"
in my head i kind of felt bad for my mom hahahah.. i realized, i was indeed squating in a tub, washing out that remaining dye that was turning my hair blue..
i also got a tattoo this weekend. yes, you read that right.
my mom didn't say anything but sigh when she returned home from a camping trip of working all weekend, and was exhausted.
my mom secretly likes that i don't care to the point that i put temporary teal in my hair. or that i got a sick tattoo.
i think it reminds her a little of herself. and her youth.
i mean, i am heidi's hellian daughter after all :)
i may get some dirty looks from some moms in walmart- or glances at a farewell of a dear friend. but i really don't care, not in the slightest.
don't fear being unique guys; embrace it. we're not all supposed to be the same anyways.