You'uns!!! I haven't written anything in a while because I'm lazy and also because not much has been happening out of the ordinary (except for my GYM class that I have to take this summer OMG) until today--I got a new haircut (no, that's not my picture, but we have "new haircut" solidarity, me-n-him) and it's actually
not my 147th version of a straight bob. Wooee, this is kind of big. For many years I clung to the long straight hippie hair I had always ended up with before, mostly because I neglected to get regular haircuts, but today I said, "oh just have some fun with it and cut it off." I think my hairdresser (my Aunt Rosie!!! Hi Ro Ro!!! Hee!!!) thought I was Punking her, since I've been resisting her suggestions to cut off my mop and do something other than the straight bob (or for a minute in the 90's I did the Rachel; yeah, I know, but it
was a good haircut) for like a decade or some such. NOPE. It was for realz. So, Scissor Sister worked her magic and now I have a funkay new haircut. I look like Joan Jett. No I don't but I wish I did. I mean I wish I looked like Joan Jett from like 1986 or whatever when she was in that movie with Michael J. Fox and she had a nerdy little kid with a bowlcut (cuz Joan Jett would
totally give her son a bowlcut) and they were in this band and they worked really hard to make it and drove around touring in a beat up crappy van and she stole some guy's tools to pay for a Peavey amp and Michael J. Fox was all righteously indignant about it like he'd really rather work at that factory where they made tv trays with pictures of Prince Charles and Princess Diana (sniff!!!) on them and then they got a big gig and they knew that they were just around the corner from the Light of Day, yeah. Does that ring a bell with anyone? Or should I be more specific? Anyway, I don't look like her, but oh crap I don't remember what point I was trying to make. Something about blah blah doing something different for once in my life blah blah blah. Also, I've recently decided--AGAIN--to make a Lifestyle Change, regarding my expanding measurements, etc., so maybe the hair thing was a signal that I actually might mean it this time, since I've been on and off diets and exercise programs ever since a few years back when I started to look a lot, well,
rounder than usual, ahem. :) Maybe it's a Freudian thing; you know, shedding weight, shedding hair, parallels and symbolism, unconscious desires manifesting themselves in conscious thought processes and actions, et al. Or maybe I just saw a picture in a book and said "Hey!!! Neat haircut!!! Me want!!!" but that makes me sound like a caveman (no, not the kind who eats roast duck with mango salsa, but dang that sounds good--AAACK!!! RICE CAKE INJECTION--STAT!!!) so I'll just go with the Freud thing.
This is your abrupt ending for the day: I'm tired. I mean like so tired that I'm starting to have those in-between non-dreams where you're not really awake but neither are you asleep so you're just kind of delirious and a little punchy, and I just saw the unicorn wearing a sign that says "Excuse Me," and I think the squares and the triangles might be plotting against King Trapezoid and his butterknife collection, and my dictionary is demanding to join the union so it can eat bubblegum while it reads the spiral notebook, so before things start to get weird around here, I think I'd better just say good night. Good night.
