hello my chachillian love monkeys. detox at my parents means DREaMS! last night i dreamt i was looking for a house in kensington with richie and all the houses were my height, and tiny. like little impeccable box-houses. we found our dream box and rolled out pastry to make pea-and-carrot shaped cookies and then we cooked a big chocolate pig... fuck knows.
im going for the bowl tomorrow. a bit scared as my hair is currently the longest it's bbeen in years, plus i'm relying on local (if expensive) hairdressers in NORFOLK. hardly the capital for hair inspiration.
my dream hair is moonpix era cat power. karen O doesn't do a bad job either. but chloe does it properly.
this is a slightly sleazy one of the best haircut i have ever had, courtesy of 6 hours at vidal sassoon. which will probably never happen again thanks to having ridiculously thick unmanageable locks.
aaaaack. i'm scared of hairdressers! i don't want to end up with a mullet again, as is always the way. i keep thinking 'just take the split ends off and grow it long' mostly out of fear. but then i see chloe's bowl and i fall in love. it's worth the risk, right?
tomorrow, missing the demons in favour of partytime in hoxton for andys birthday! followed by a house party in bow at grungler's (ex)house. that house reminds me of comedowns amongst friends. i can't wait.
i'm on the codeine due to monster root canal at the dentist. is very cosy, very nice.