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Last night was my first weep session after my life-altering haircut. I guess on some level I expected to never cry again. I'm feeling a lot like I did in those days leading up to my impulsive decision to move back to Thailand the summer after graduating from Emerson. Perhaps it's seasonal. Maybe if this time I lived through it, I will somehow conquer it.
I have a little table for the month of May on my wall, on which I mark upcoming things, and I have a little raindrop on the day I'm expecting my period, and a line running through the preceding week, labeled "Expect PMS". Except this is the week before that week, and I feel like I hate everyone.
Except the woman who cut my hair, who was blasting Billie Holiday whilst working her magic. I asked, "Do you like Nina Simone?"
"That's so funny. I was just going to ask you that."
"I love her!"
"I love her too."
"No, you don't understand, I really love her."
"I named my daughter Ramona Simone, after her sort of."
"Wow."
I promised to make her a mixed cd of all the Nina Simone songs she didn't know, except my hard drive died a few weeks ago, and stupid iPod doesn't let you burn cds. So sad. I'm actually beginning to realise that Mac is pretty ruthless. Anti-piracy strategies aside, yesterday I found out they'd stopped selling webcams because the latest line of laptops have them inbuilt. So, what? I'm supposed to buy a 1500 dollar computer just so my mother can see my face occasionally? Lame.
Did I mention that Gloria Steinem was the commencement speaker at my cousin's graduation at Smith last weekend? I wept through her entire address. I think I'm going crazy.
But at least I look good doing it:
I have a little table for the month of May on my wall, on which I mark upcoming things, and I have a little raindrop on the day I'm expecting my period, and a line running through the preceding week, labeled "Expect PMS". Except this is the week before that week, and I feel like I hate everyone.
Except the woman who cut my hair, who was blasting Billie Holiday whilst working her magic. I asked, "Do you like Nina Simone?"
"That's so funny. I was just going to ask you that."
"I love her!"
"I love her too."
"No, you don't understand, I really love her."
"I named my daughter Ramona Simone, after her sort of."
"Wow."
I promised to make her a mixed cd of all the Nina Simone songs she didn't know, except my hard drive died a few weeks ago, and stupid iPod doesn't let you burn cds. So sad. I'm actually beginning to realise that Mac is pretty ruthless. Anti-piracy strategies aside, yesterday I found out they'd stopped selling webcams because the latest line of laptops have them inbuilt. So, what? I'm supposed to buy a 1500 dollar computer just so my mother can see my face occasionally? Lame.
Did I mention that Gloria Steinem was the commencement speaker at my cousin's graduation at Smith last weekend? I wept through her entire address. I think I'm going crazy.
But at least I look good doing it: