Sunday, December 03, 2006

Vicodin Turned My Hair Red!

Bastard Vicodin!













Beautiful Vicodin...













Oh, my God. Not only did my little friend turn my hair red, but I think it just made a tattoo of an old woman shucking corn appear on my left breast!

Bastard, bastard Vicodin!

Beautiful, kind, horrible, creamy, chewy bastard Vicodin...

I probably shouldn’t have had that second screwdriver, yeah?

12 Comments:

At 6:47 PM, Blogger Stephanie said...

I L O V E your hair!

 
At 1:45 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

What cute pics!

Vicodin did that?

No way...


Vicodin can't do dat. ;)

 
At 7:48 AM, Blogger Alice said...

It made your hair turn RED??

Wow.
I've gotta get me some of that stuff!

Poor Lori. Yep,Vicodin mixed with scewdrivers is probably a very bad idea. But at least your hair looks great. That's something.

Oh, and this: "And should an airplane crash into my house
It would be okay because I’d be too stoned to realize" made me laugh out loud.

Which was a little awkward as I was on the phone with a senior colleague talking about important shit like "why, YES, Mr ---, you ARE supposed to be getting off your arse and dealing with software support, thank you for actually bothering, four hours and a few pissed off phone calls too late, to check...", but hey, it's Monday;

Who cares??

Hey Lori. Yes, I am “Aaaaaaaliiiiiive”! And kicking. Well, not really; it's Monday and I have sore breasts (I SWEAR I only finished my period about 30 seconds ago, and you're telling me it's here AGAIN?), so to be more accurate I'm slumped in my seat contemplating killing the next person who rings...Meh, we'll just say I'm “Aaaaaaaliiiiiive” and leave it at that.

Bleh. Monday. It shouldn't exist.

...But then again, Tuesday would be the start of the week and everyone woukd hate it and it would suck and be shit and in the long scheme of things Tuesday would just become the new Monday...SO, I guess we're pretty screwed day wise either way and should leave it the way it is.

But still. Bleh. Monday.

 
At 10:09 AM, Blogger Jordan E. Rosenfeld said...

That is the color I used to dye my hair! It looks far better on you. Hey, I've been meaning to ask: Do you have a little Russian in you--and no, I'm not trying to pick you up.

:)

xo
J

 
At 10:29 AM, Blogger Ms. Lori said...

Stephanie, thanks, sweetie!

Dennis, yes, Vicodin did that. Want some? ;-)

Alice, sore breasts? Shitty Monday?

I have the answer: VICODIN!

Gawd, I sound like an addict or something...

Actually, I'm not. I'm not a prescription drug kind of gal -- even had all four of my kids natural -- Advil is about as strong as I go, usually. But I was in such agony with my effing back, I couldn't move an inch without screaming. Then good ol' Mom came along with some of her stash, and BOOM! Instant relief. I can't believe it took me this long to become acquainted with Mr. Vicodin. Silly, stubborn me...

Jordan, why, yes, I *do* have some Russian in me! How'd you know?!

 
At 12:52 PM, Blogger Distant Timbers Echo said...

You are awesome and just gorgeous!

 
At 1:44 PM, Blogger gerry rosser said...

I want a new drug, one that won't make me sick ....

Switch to oxy, much better tattoos.

 
At 1:09 PM, Blogger Ms. Lori said...

Awwww, thanks so much for being so damn charming, Jas. ***blush***

Gerry, I thought you were into filthy grapes?

 
At 2:05 PM, Blogger Jordan E. Rosenfeld said...

I wish I could claim I was psychic, but dah-link, with that hair, your Russian comes screaming to the surface. You're bee-yoo-tiful.

J

 
At 2:22 PM, Blogger E said...

Wow!! I LOVE you with red hair!!! You look so mysterious and sophisticated and fiesty. I ABSOLUTLY love you in red.

 
At 3:58 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I dig the Vicodin makeover! Maybe I'd better get my hands on some of that and see if it'll give me lipo and a boob job...

 
At 8:54 AM, Blogger Ms. Lori said...

You're a doll (for real), Jordan. Thanks!

Leenie, thanks so much! So what day this summer are you coming to visit? I've got a fully stocked bar and a hankerin' for some buttercup. ;-)

Hey, Two Sirius, I find that many shots of vodka do the trick as well -- after, like, eight, I see Charlize Theron when I look in the mirror. It's fabulous!

Blackadder, you always were a confused individual. Didn't you once say to me: Wow, if you weren't a dude, I'd so be into you"? Yeah, you did.

 

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