I had the most incredibly strange but entirely fun dreams last night… one of those dreams that changes subjects again and again but still retains a certain amount of central coherency. Isn’t it funny how dreams can turn at the drop of a dime? One minute you’re battling an evil witch and the next she’s your beautiful wife and instead of holding a broom she’s holding the hand of what appears to be your child, ya know? Anyhow, my dream was rockin’. {long incoherent dream edited out for the benefit of the reader}
As it turned out, it was kryptonite, or at least whatever the kryptonite to my pseudo-superboy would be. I laid helplessly on the floor while the producer informed me “that your contract is up.” And, so, i woke up.
selfy-stuff
I just did the most violent thing… picked up a pair of scissors and chopped off my hair. When it was long… a ponytail creeping down my back… it didn’t really matter if i cut a half inch or so off of the end to keep it looking fresh. But, ever since i did the big chop-off in august (it all came off) i’ve been saying that i want to get to a moderate length and then scale back to something short but hip. I somehow managed to get there all on my own, with all of my adorable curls piled on top of my head in some sort of hippy afro while i was down in Fl. But, ever since that one good hair day, it’s been plainly too long to get piled on my head, and it was weighing all of the curls down so that all i was left with was friz. Today i jumped in the shower and ran my hair through it and thought … “maybe just clip the ends a little.” When i got out of the shower, the resolve had turned to something more like “make sure it won’t get into my eyes.” And then it became…. get this junk off of my head. A quick jog to Amy’s later (she cleaned up the back of it) and now i have an impromptu cut for the New Year. Not nearly as sexy as the hip style i managed to get last year on the Eve, but it’ll do. The violence felt good.
I tried to record something… really, i did… it’s all shit. If i could have made it through any one song on any given take, the Trio would have been “Silent All These Years,” “Untouchable Face,” & “Stupid Girl.” But, it’s not, because i suck. Go listen to a cd.
Now there’s two of them… i mean who stands in front of a window for twenty minutes having a conversation? I at least sit down in front of the window half nude, rather than standing (and if you were wondering about the logistics of it, we have lower ceilings than the houses across the street, so my third floor apartment is lower than theirs (thus they can see into mine)).
Obviously i returned to my apartment in a slightly soaked state of dress, so i wasted no time in stripping down to my so-called ‘gay pride’ unionbay tee and some undies. I was actually about to lose one of the two (i’ll leave it to your imagination) since they were both damp when i looked out my window and saw someone standing directly in the window of the apartment across the street from mine. He wasn’t turned totally in my direction, but the cross-bar of the window-frame blocked out his eyes exactly so i really couldn’t tell whether he was leering at me or not. After scratching myself to see if i could get a reaction out of him, i grabbed my multi-coloured afgan (stolen from home) and wrapped it around myself so that it looked like some sorta of crunchy hippy dress. I figure, if someone’s gonna be watching me the least i could do would be cross-dress a little…