A self centered rant.
NB this is not real life, im drunk and very tired.
Alright, I’ve just watched the L word (the one where she gets a hair cut) and I was really pleased that I’d taped it because that documentary maker guy moved in and was trying to put his finger on the girls ‘gayness’. I need some gay. Because people just don’t know. I was happy that ‘gayness’ was about to be explained to me but then it wasn’t!! it didn’t get explained, oh no. SHE GOT A FUCKING HAIRCUT.
This is most unhelpful as my ‘fro gets me drinks, picks me up on a downer day and gets me tips worth over an hours work. I can’t shear it off. I really really can’t. As much as I want to go get a boy cut, I suspect that once I move to London it’ll be half my goddamn livelihood.
This is crap! Did you know that I now think of my hair as an entirely separate being nowadays? It has its own personality, it flirts, it pisses people off and most of all it gets talked to. By seemingly sane people. I see them muttering at me and I say “Sorry, were you talking to me?” and they say “Oh, no, I was just admiring your hair.”
I now have to compete with my hair for peoples attention.
That is so wrong.
Alright, I’ve just watched the L word (the one where she gets a hair cut) and I was really pleased that I’d taped it because that documentary maker guy moved in and was trying to put his finger on the girls ‘gayness’. I need some gay. Because people just don’t know. I was happy that ‘gayness’ was about to be explained to me but then it wasn’t!! it didn’t get explained, oh no. SHE GOT A FUCKING HAIRCUT.
This is most unhelpful as my ‘fro gets me drinks, picks me up on a downer day and gets me tips worth over an hours work. I can’t shear it off. I really really can’t. As much as I want to go get a boy cut, I suspect that once I move to London it’ll be half my goddamn livelihood.
This is crap! Did you know that I now think of my hair as an entirely separate being nowadays? It has its own personality, it flirts, it pisses people off and most of all it gets talked to. By seemingly sane people. I see them muttering at me and I say “Sorry, were you talking to me?” and they say “Oh, no, I was just admiring your hair.”
I now have to compete with my hair for peoples attention.
That is so wrong.