1. I had therapy at 8:30 in the morning. I was so not ready to deal with my shit that early in the morning. My therapist looked adorable. He often does. I don't want to sound all cocky but I think there's bit of counter-transference going on! I made the therapist a CD and this week he began the session by telling me how much he hearted the CD.
2. In Touch is the best thing to read in the bathtub. It's cheap so if it falls into the water you're not crushed and it jammed packed with info. The current issue has an expose on extensions, which apparently is the hottest summer trend of the year. Extensions are a funny topic for me. I hate white people who assume every black woman with long hair has extensions, as though the only reason black women get extensions is because they have no hair. I have tons and tons of glossy, thick, shoulder length hair. I've had hair much longer than that and it was all mine. But when I want color or a different texture I like extensions. I don't want to bleach my hair. I hate coloring my hair. I hate what coloring and chemicals does to my hair. I think for most black women, extensions are a way of having many styling options. Haha. anyhoo, so the little blurb on fake haired featured Halle and her hair.I know Marcia Cross' tresses are false as I remember that she had three strands of badly colored red hair back in the days when she'd frequent my Starbucks. So underneath Halle and Marcia they featured some extension offenders. Hahah. of course they were all white girls. White girls don't know how to do extensions. White girl hair needs to be washed like everyday and extensions are very delicate. Omg there was the best picture of Britney and her ratty tracks peaking through her crown. Where did she get her weave done? That shit was unbeweaveablely bad. And Paris who has the worst weave ever attached to a head. *shakes head*. I laughed so hard I dropped the magazine in the tub. Paris has like two sad little strands of hair and has nothing for a weave to grip onto. Hahah. Loser.
3. Even though I decided to ban myself from reading music magazines I stumbled across an article about Kenny Loggins which appeared to be written back in his coke and cockhorse days. He was such a druggie in his tight red leather pants. He claims to have put all that behind him. it's too bad I wasn't old enough to partake of his giant dong before he cleaned up his act.
4. I saw Ep III on tuesday. I have been "processing" it with
gingersnapp and I think I am "okay". I won't bother going into any spoiler type stuff. I realize there are still people who haven't seen it. I managed to catch a showing that was virtually nerd free, well except me. No nerd stampede as I previously feared. I'll be honest I avoided LJ because I was afraid of stumbling upon some spoilerish info and then having to administer the beat down.