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Went to Pride Parade today, very fun, got sunburn, magazine full of buff gay men, and a rainbow lei. After that I stopped by the new supercuts near our house and finally, with much trepidation, got a new haircut. Much to my joy, the two ladies in there were both white and spoke perfect english. Around here it seems that all the hairdressers are korean or vietnamese and speak shrill taxinglish. This makes asking for what you want difficult. I kind of described what I wanted, and the lady was like, oh, yeah, that's an A-Line cut, and then did exactly what I wanted. This is like the greatest haircut ever, and mom and I are going to put some red streaks in it on my next day off. Which I think is wednesday.
Today, out of nowhere, I thought 'I am in love'. And then I thought 'yes, of course. Duh.' and then I thought, 'weird.' Because it is weird. Weird like wearing swimfins, an analogy that I probably should not go into so late at night.
I miss you. If your IM is broken, as I have now surmised, should I call you? and when?
Today, out of nowhere, I thought 'I am in love'. And then I thought 'yes, of course. Duh.' and then I thought, 'weird.' Because it is weird. Weird like wearing swimfins, an analogy that I probably should not go into so late at night.
I miss you. If your IM is broken, as I have now surmised, should I call you? and when?