THINKING OF SOMETHING NEW

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mel b�t puvodne o necem zcela jin�m. Mela jsem v hlave velmi sofistikovan� n�pad, kter� m� hloubku. Asi neco, co byste u me cekali. Klasick� rozeb�r�n� smyslu �ivota, pr�telstv� a (ne)konecnost vesm�ru, zn�te to.

Pak jsem se ale pod�vala na sv� vlasy na fotce, na sv� vlasy v re�lu a rekla si, �e m�m v hlave mnohem vet��ho brouka. 

Co j� si tam sakra pr�t� t�den nech�m vyklouzit? 

Jinou barvu? Jin� strih? D�lku? 

Tak nejak se dost�v�m do bodu, kdy me platina nebav�. Bronz sice neprich�z� v �vahu, ale co takov� ru�ov� zlato? Nebo odst�n bramborov� medaile?

Abych to urychlila, proto�e cas je pro n�s v�echny drah� - napad� v�s neco?

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should have been about something whole different. I had a brilliant and very deep idea in my head just yesterday. Something you would have expected, the meaning of life, endless universe, friendship, why is love so tough, etc. 

Well, then I saw my hair in these pics, in real and I realized there is a bigger problem to solve. 

What the hell will I do with my hair next week?

Have to admit, I've become little bit fed up with platinum. Bronze is not an option here but what about rose gold? Or something what looks like potato medal?

To speed this up - do you have any idea?

What I'm wearing 

MANGO jacket ; MANGO knit ; NEW LOOK old jeans ; WOJAS chunky heels ; ZARA very old bag