As I stare at the decaying flowers beside my bed, I realise how lazy I've become. I apparently can't remove flowers that are dying because they still have some colour in them and I feel bad about prematurely ending their tenure on earth as a living orgasm. In the depths of my financial despair and the nagging assortment of bills, fines and nasty wallet draining demands... I also found the need to answer a call from a charity thanking me for signing the petition on live exports before Christmas and then telling me the story of bears in Pakistan they are trying to rescue from cruel fight matches. I submitted my credit card details before blinking an eye. I can't even afford to get my hair done. But then I came to the conclusion that if i only had avocado on toast for dinner for the next fortnight, I might be able to get there and advance my appointment which seems too far away. It's 2 weeks away. I could wear a hat every day to cover my 6cm regrowth and the odd stray greys. I'm sure my rasta beanie would go down a treat in the office. So I ring my hairdresser and plead with his assistant to let me in before set appointment. It started with please.... and ended in me pleading and making her reiterate to my hairdresser "tell him I look like a prostitute. No I want you to tell him. I have a landing strip on my head. I also used dry shampoo which I cannot WASH out and has formed a sticky dry mass on one side of my head. If he cares about me..." before I go on...she interrupts with "it's not going to happen. We are totally full but I'll put you on the cancel list". WHAT. I hate her anyway.
So dry shampoo. Meant to be a fabulous invention to preserve and 'freshen' your hair when you can't be arsed washing it. Sounds great in theory. What they don't tell you is when you spray it in it goes white and hardens and then never comes out of your hair, after intense brushing and several shampoos later. Great huh?
I'm not even mentioning the fact I've not revisited this blog in forever as I was hoping to slip under the radar and pretend my absence never happened. Which is pretty much how I spent my school days. But here I am. And hopefully the trade off is that the person who pushed me back into it will quit smoking FO'EVER. Pretty good trade I reckon. I start writing again and he preserves his lungs and sperm cells. Much has happened since I was last here. A house was bought, a return to the Russian (briefly) ended in eventual 'groundhog day' anger and resolute disappointment (although not in the bedroom, which was most pleasing), friendship disappointment, newly formed friendships, office moving, self discovery, music discovery, animal saving, bunnings purchases, drinking, dancing, bad romancing. Last year was blah but this year will be tops if I can pull my finger our creatively and get shit together. Let's see how we do at that. I'm tired. But I did it, and I'm back and it's nice.
So dry shampoo. Meant to be a fabulous invention to preserve and 'freshen' your hair when you can't be arsed washing it. Sounds great in theory. What they don't tell you is when you spray it in it goes white and hardens and then never comes out of your hair, after intense brushing and several shampoos later. Great huh?
I'm not even mentioning the fact I've not revisited this blog in forever as I was hoping to slip under the radar and pretend my absence never happened. Which is pretty much how I spent my school days. But here I am. And hopefully the trade off is that the person who pushed me back into it will quit smoking FO'EVER. Pretty good trade I reckon. I start writing again and he preserves his lungs and sperm cells. Much has happened since I was last here. A house was bought, a return to the Russian (briefly) ended in eventual 'groundhog day' anger and resolute disappointment (although not in the bedroom, which was most pleasing), friendship disappointment, newly formed friendships, office moving, self discovery, music discovery, animal saving, bunnings purchases, drinking, dancing, bad romancing. Last year was blah but this year will be tops if I can pull my finger our creatively and get shit together. Let's see how we do at that. I'm tired. But I did it, and I'm back and it's nice.
No comments:
Post a Comment