Thursday, June 12, 2008
Freedom
My houseguest who has invaded my home for a month is now gone. gone. gone I say!! I am free. Now I can leave my dirty clothes anywhere I want. leave my dishes anywhere I want. No more kitty litter to step on in the night. No more kitties to step on and scare the shit out of me in the middle of the night when I step on their tail. I can burn insense now. I can use my own shampoo. I don't have to wait in line to use my own computer!!! I can read my books in the bathroom and don't have to have them moved. My refridgerator isn't filled with food I don't eat. LIFE IS GOOD.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
SNIP
Yeah my hair got pretty long. didn't really fathom how long it got. it just got below my waist. I could comb my hair in front of my face and put on my glasses and voila, cousin IT. I was getting sick of struggling to put the mess in a pony tail. ssick of it getting into my mouth wenever the wind blew. Sick of waiting 4 hours for it to dry.
So I gathered my courage. went to the salon. winced and told the lady to give it away. there is a program that gives away hair to make wigs for people who have lost theirs to cancer.
Its gonna be freaky if I see someone walking down the street with a wig that looks like my old hair.
I sometimes think about how long it took to grew that hair and all the things I have been through while it was on my head. All those connections to those events gone in a snip. My mothers passing. my old crummy job at comprehensive inventory, me trying to make money fiddling on the street, installing credit card machines all over new england gone with a snip.
new hair new life. I got a cool job now, it's almost like getting paid to have fun. I wonder if it ever will go down to my waist again
So I gathered my courage. went to the salon. winced and told the lady to give it away. there is a program that gives away hair to make wigs for people who have lost theirs to cancer.
Its gonna be freaky if I see someone walking down the street with a wig that looks like my old hair.
I sometimes think about how long it took to grew that hair and all the things I have been through while it was on my head. All those connections to those events gone in a snip. My mothers passing. my old crummy job at comprehensive inventory, me trying to make money fiddling on the street, installing credit card machines all over new england gone with a snip.
new hair new life. I got a cool job now, it's almost like getting paid to have fun. I wonder if it ever will go down to my waist again
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