[journal entry]
I am getting a hair cut today, or a trim, I am not sure which one I want. I thought about it for a long time this morning, if I wanted to grow my hair out or just leave it short. There are pros and cons to both, as I am sure you must know. As I stared in the mirror I realized that I am getting very old, and all of a sudden, I don't want to be any more. You know, just like that, poof, somehow I should now be a rocking twenty-something that can stay up all hours, drink whatever she wants and then get up and do it the next morning.
But, I'm not. I feel like an old Muddy Waters recording, slow guitar, singin' the same old song, over and over. A classic, but, c'mon now.
I be's troubled, I be all worried in mind, Yeah and I'm never bein' satisfied, And I just can't keep from cryin'
We all know no white girl can sing the blues, just ain't got it in our soul. Might not be able to sing it, but we can relate.
So while Muddy Waters is troubled, and Big Bill can't make me satisfied, I wonder what the fuck to do with my hair. I like putting things into perspective.
I need my coffee.
"Yes, Mashed Potatoes started long time ago. But it came not ex nihilo. And in the end, it doesn't mean a damn. Just turn the volume up, and if whoever's making the noise knows that so-called creativity ain't got shit to do with power or beauty, you'll feel that gust from that unknown place; and that gust, as Deacon Jones said, shall set you free." -- Where the Dead voices Gather
But, I'm not. I feel like an old Muddy Waters recording, slow guitar, singin' the same old song, over and over. A classic, but, c'mon now.
I be's troubled, I be all worried in mind, Yeah and I'm never bein' satisfied, And I just can't keep from cryin'
We all know no white girl can sing the blues, just ain't got it in our soul. Might not be able to sing it, but we can relate.
So while Muddy Waters is troubled, and Big Bill can't make me satisfied, I wonder what the fuck to do with my hair. I like putting things into perspective.
I need my coffee.
"Yes, Mashed Potatoes started long time ago. But it came not ex nihilo. And in the end, it doesn't mean a damn. Just turn the volume up, and if whoever's making the noise knows that so-called creativity ain't got shit to do with power or beauty, you'll feel that gust from that unknown place; and that gust, as Deacon Jones said, shall set you free." -- Where the Dead voices Gather