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Listening: Deceptacon by Le Tigre. Reading (perhaps quality): In between books... Reading (definitely pulp): Nothing. Drinking: Had a few beers tonight so some water now. |
September 29, 2005 Got my haircut yesterday by one of the Fabio lookalike hairdressers at this place on Pershing near Washington Boulevard. I walk by this small salon at least once a day, and its hard to miss the owners - tan, shoulder length blond brown hair, guys wearing all black out front smoking. Yesterday I was dying for a haircut and I figured what the hell - they know how to handle their own long hair and if they did something funky I'd know where to find them to exact my revenge. I needn't have feared. The place is nice and the guys were sweet - twin brothers from Albania who've been in the states for about 6 years. And the haircut is fine - he cut off about 2 1/2 inches which sounds like a lot but my hair is pretty long to start with and it had been about 6 months since my last haircut so there was plenty of dead wood to discard. And its just so damn soft now its driving me mad - thank goodness I have an office so no one can see me incessantly running my fingers through it. He was asking me if I was interested in getting it highlighted - either reddish brown or streaks of BRIGHT RED the likes of which I haven't seen since I left Berkeley. The BRIGHT RED may be cool though a bit much for my current job. Then again its thoughts like that that make me want to get my nose re-pierced, dye my hair and wear pants that show off my tattoo. At 31 I have to remind myself there's no need to convince anyone I'm still a badass.
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Doing (life and related tasks): A low key week. Doing (crafty stuff): Knitting a turning-out-lovely scarf with some scrap yarn. Wanting: A lot of things, honestly. Anticipating: A busy busy weekend. |
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