And now i’m fresh and wet and pretty and listening to Ani croon in my ear about boarded up stores and broken down houses and i think i’m sortof happy. I think i’m gonna try a Trio and then head out to the party scene. here goes…
by krisis
Personal
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.
If i stopped blogging about all the things i needed to clean up, i could probably get them clean. In fact… generally whatever i’m whining about could be fixed simply by replacing the whine-time with some action. … So… don’t expect a change in the level of whininess or anything, i’m just mentioning it, that’s all.
I’ve gotten to the point where i’m just leaving a fork in my box of precious precious cheesecake so that i don’t have to rinse off a new one ever time i decide to have a piece. Leaving me here alone for more than a day or two is rather dangerous, because everything loses all semblance of order without Matt around to make me feel self-conscious about it. I practically have the door barricaded with discarding clothing, shoes, and shopping bags, not to mention the musical war-zone. And, i’m still denying that the bedroom even exists, let alone how much it needs to be organized. I mean, didn’t i just clean before i left for Florida? ugh…