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Dec 11, 2005 00:32

I'm always the one to make a brash decision. If I had the 'Mona Lisa' on my palate I would have given her a mole and some crow's feet. My Mickey Mouse would eventually have become Rah Rah the Rhinocerous after some thought, and tinkering. I just don't know when to stop.

Such is the case, tonight, when deciding to cut my hair. Before I knew it, the scene from ' Edward Scissorhands' where Depp is cutting his neighbor's hair is being played out in my tiny bathroom above the sink. Never did I think while visions of Twiggy and Tho Who danced in my head that my intended mod haircut would make me look like a South Park character. It's absolutely terribly and I just may throw myself down our cellar stairs.

While going through box after box of shoes today, trying to help Jordanne find a pair that she had seen the week before I saw what I truly believed to be the name of a French designer. Thinking that not everything translates well when spoken in the English language I laughed for a good several minutes before Jordanne called me a jackass, and then felt even dumber when realizing my mistake.

I saw what I believed to be the word 'puise,' pronouncing it, of course, as 'pussy.'

Well, that 'i' was actually an 'l' and yeah, I should just shut up now because I tend to say really dumb things.
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