gay men, spring, and intergalactic warfare (but not nesseccarily related)
From now on, only gay men are allowed to touch my hair.
I'm serious, yo!
I had this gift certificate for this hair salon that is normally too expensive for me to consider, so I went to go get my hair cut this morning.
BIG MISTAKE!
First of all, the hairstylist, if we even want to call her that, was like two years old, and second, she BUTCHERED my hair! I wanted to get bangs, and she was all like "I don't think its a good idea for you...", so I listened to her. But as she began cutting my hair, it was apparent that it wasn't a good idea because she probably didn't know how to cut bangs. Then she continued on to make a total mess of my hair! GAWWW! (in the words of Jessica Simpson)
The chick didn't even have a flat iron... I had to come home and use mine.
I have had enough of bad hair cuts.
From now on, it is gay men and no one else!
On another note, it is a beautiful day outside. Yesterday we had the first "hot and sunny, pretty, breezy, no snow on the ground, late sunset" day of the spring, here in Montreal. My friend and I decided to go for a walk when I got home from work, so we got all decked out in "exercise" clothing, and put on our earphone and sunglasses. We totally looked the part, with our barely used running shoes in our matching jogging suits (only my friend compromised the look a bit by wearing these fabulous dangling earrings).
It was the best walk ever. We did dance moves the entire way and pretended that we were superheroes and that we had capes with giant vaginas on it. We also did giant leaps in the air to emphasis our superhuman status. Then we went and rang every doorbell in the neighbourhood that belonged to someone we know and forced them to add one line to a hit song we were attempting to write. Neighbourhood involvement, yo!
Then we saw a bunch of boys from our high school playing street hocket at the place where the skating rink used to be and is now a slab of concrete. Then we reminded ourselves that this was the one thing that sucks about spring. Those lame-ass, high school, jew-boys come out and take over the streets. You see a seriously long lineup of sportscars and borrowed SUVs when we all know that most of them could have walked to the park. Damn those jew boys.
We played tag for the next leg of our walk and I won once I realized that by yelling "no touchbacks", there was no one else to touch, making my friend IT indefinitely.
After wour first go around, we thought about going for a second walk, because our first one wasnt long enough to be considered actually exercise. Then we decided to fuck it and go watch some episodes of Degrassi at my house.
AH SPRING IN THE SUBURBS.
Oh and I've become a Star Wars fanatic. I saw the old movies for the first time in my life and I don't know why I waited so long. They are fabulous! I want to be a Jedi Master! I actually use my mind at work yesterday to make a customer buy an expensive boxset. I am gifted. The force is with me. Plus I'm going to marry Hans Solo.
That is all.
Oh and not being in school has affected my spelling, so shut up and deal with it!!
BLOG THIS, MOTHER FUCKER!
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