I got recently the first ‘real’ haircut of my entire life. Had a Girlfriends Date and hit up a salon with the girl who booked the duo cuts and abruptly called. Am still adjusting to not looking like I’ve been lost in the woods for seven days and. While this new look errs slightly too much on the ‘soft and feminine side,’ it’s amazingly pleasant not having to spend sixteen hours every other day combing out my hair after bathing...
Even if I eventually hate the results extremely, I wear wigs, extensions and hair art conceptions of personal design so much of my social calendar time that I’m not too vexed this way or that. Quite it’s fun to feel so light and different and clean. Almost reached for the phone before the cut was through to effect a break up. Cause don’t women usually Get Their Hair Did after a break up and emerge free and determined and all brand new?
Boy got giddy and excited when I returned and then left again. Many suggestive text messages followed. Life continues to shake, shatter and shine, my place now is startlingly clean and quiet and lonely... After over a week of having three males careen and caravan through the place, this solitude of tranquility approaches profound... All that bustle and commotion and waiting for the washroom, things teetered and verged on exasperation and excess. Now that the place is utterly and again my own once more, I kind of miss the crowd and the noise. Funny how that’s often the way things go.
Time however now and tho, to in my own rather slapdash and highly anxious way: set Bruce Lee’s life and philosophy into living motion. Dance with an elliptical among strangers to a soundtrack of carefully chosen songs. Songs like AmpLive’s remix of Black Purse by Why, the Sub Swara refix of their track Traffic Jam, Que Sera by Wax Tailor and Yes Yes by Zion I. A gentle cure for sudden loneliness is a good weekend to look forward to. Like this one. This weekend I know. Is gonna be beautiful