what's the point of headaches???

*argh* i don't like headaches. this one creeped in after i dyed my hair this morning and i'm now wondering which ingredient it was. heck i try my best to live chemical free. but i'm simply too freaking vain (is that the spelling??? asks she the queen of english spelling *snicker*) to show all those grey streaks, i'm not old enough for grey hair, i'll have ya know. and besides, red, pink, purple look so much better on me than a mix of dirty blonde and grey/white, honestly! even hubby agrees with me here! so whilst my hair badly needs a cut *sigh*, at least it sprouts wonderful colors. red, some pink and some purple streaks. simply lovely. add to that my black velvet cloak and wonder why i'm surprised that people look at me strangely *snort*. they're all in uniforms. jeans, t-shirt as short as possible and as tight as possible and tight jacket, open of course, in temperatures of high 30s. how they can breathe is beyond me, with such tight t-shirts. how they haven't died of pneumonia is even further beyond me, showing their pierced belly buttons. but then this is england. where tights and boots are unknown unless they're in fashion. in which case they'll be worn even if temps reach 100.
okay, i think a headache brings out the cynic in me. sorry 'bout that if you don't like it.
i wonder if the headache will go if i make some corn muffins, with loads of jalapenos... i think i'll try that out now. :-)