all roads lead to muswell hill
Many things happened, and I was worse but now I'm better because I whinged to my Nice Therapist (thus distinguished from the Irritating NHS one) and went and had my hair cut and dyed, therefore quite possibly winning the Hair Wars at verlaine's party.
Tamed Hair
Hair First Thing In the Morning
This is meant to demonstrate the random layers I cut into it myself, as soon as I got back from the hairdressers because I loved the colour but I wasn't pleased with how they cut it. I'm not sure how it is that instructions such as *i'd like some layers, but don't touch the bangs please* got translated into *cut me a fringe, but leave my hair one length* but it did give me an excuse to play with scissors as soon as I got home.
There is something fiendishly wonderful and therapeutic about chopping hair.I adore it at any rate, even when the result is very random (as it inevitably is when you can't see how you're cutting in the back).
Friday night was the leaving party of verlaine and I'm sure I would have been in floods of tears were I not distracted by meeting ultraruby!! (who was even spiffier than her LJ had led me to believe) and by tjej looking particularly beautiful as she fondled her new phone. It was wonderful as always to see lots of the old familiar faces(miss_newham,haggisthesecond,amuchmoreexotic,martylog,hoshuteki,mooism, kesstrel &gf) especially the loveable face of mzdt and the faces I only usually see on TubeWalks (the_heiress and strange_powers).
I drank lots of wine, admired elethes fetish shoes and shrieked at whoever carried uncaged rats, and ate lots of Pringles and hugged lots of people and lounged on bluedevi and verlaine's bed.
And today I did lots of astrology, managed to be sufficiently on fire through learning to battle the four hours of sleep of the night only to take up miss_newham's interests and fall asleep on buses, only to struggle to reluctant consciousness somewhere in the region of West Hampstead upon being shaken awake by the driver.
I would write more, and better, but I am almost icoherent with tiredness.
Tamed Hair
Hair First Thing In the Morning
This is meant to demonstrate the random layers I cut into it myself, as soon as I got back from the hairdressers because I loved the colour but I wasn't pleased with how they cut it. I'm not sure how it is that instructions such as *i'd like some layers, but don't touch the bangs please* got translated into *cut me a fringe, but leave my hair one length* but it did give me an excuse to play with scissors as soon as I got home.
There is something fiendishly wonderful and therapeutic about chopping hair.I adore it at any rate, even when the result is very random (as it inevitably is when you can't see how you're cutting in the back).
Friday night was the leaving party of verlaine and I'm sure I would have been in floods of tears were I not distracted by meeting ultraruby!! (who was even spiffier than her LJ had led me to believe) and by tjej looking particularly beautiful as she fondled her new phone. It was wonderful as always to see lots of the old familiar faces(miss_newham,haggisthesecond,amuchmoreexotic,martylog,hoshuteki,mooism, kesstrel &gf) especially the loveable face of mzdt and the faces I only usually see on TubeWalks (the_heiress and strange_powers).
I drank lots of wine, admired elethes fetish shoes and shrieked at whoever carried uncaged rats, and ate lots of Pringles and hugged lots of people and lounged on bluedevi and verlaine's bed.
And today I did lots of astrology, managed to be sufficiently on fire through learning to battle the four hours of sleep of the night only to take up miss_newham's interests and fall asleep on buses, only to struggle to reluctant consciousness somewhere in the region of West Hampstead upon being shaken awake by the driver.
I would write more, and better, but I am almost icoherent with tiredness.