Oh my hair
On the subject of my hair, I've been talking about my tress for a really long time. I had no idea I am that vain. I guess the female perception of beauty really lies in her crown. It's considered long now. When I go out and meet guys, I can finally do my signature head toss, circa 1999. I don't know whether I like having my hair long. I've enjoyed my short, punked out hair. Treem wants me to grow it long so he could do a really 'constructive super long' mullet. I'd seen what he had in mind and I couldn't wait to try it out. The problem is growing it out. It is a drag.
I couldn't part with my supercool dark purple Doc Martens. I know - they're so last decade but maybe that's why I love them. I've always been a sucker for retro fashions. Thing always come back cooler you know. I thought about myself back then, still an angsty teenager - and I thought how cool I was because I had principles and don't really conform to the vices.
Anyway the boots cost me about 70 pounds. I don't know whether that is expensive. I just wanted it so bad. The weather's extremely hot here, but I forced my feet to withstand the heat. Hey that rhymes. I strut alongside everyone else feleing totally cool, but I know everybody's laughing at me.
I am dating someone. He is a computer geek and has a short, clipped hair. I met him at Juan's party, with my boots and he was with his cousin. She was a hot babe. We chatted, and I was grateful at that moment for my hair, that I could do my head toss. It's such a silly thing but it pushes my confidence forward. He asked for my number. Normally, I would have asked for his number, but this time around, I'm letting the guy do al the stuff. He looked like the real Nice guy - the ones you always read about but never met. I just want to see if nice does as nice says.
He called me after 3 - THREE - days (a good record, but we'll see) and we went out soon after. It was a nice first date and he is a computer geek so I have to remember that he could bump into this space. But then again, I don't give the impression that I could string a sentence well anyway. I always came across as someone who's either a bimbo (when I had superlong hair) or a confused aging rocker (the mullet). So my writing space is safe with me.
I'm out. I need to pee.
I couldn't part with my supercool dark purple Doc Martens. I know - they're so last decade but maybe that's why I love them. I've always been a sucker for retro fashions. Thing always come back cooler you know. I thought about myself back then, still an angsty teenager - and I thought how cool I was because I had principles and don't really conform to the vices.
Anyway the boots cost me about 70 pounds. I don't know whether that is expensive. I just wanted it so bad. The weather's extremely hot here, but I forced my feet to withstand the heat. Hey that rhymes. I strut alongside everyone else feleing totally cool, but I know everybody's laughing at me.
I am dating someone. He is a computer geek and has a short, clipped hair. I met him at Juan's party, with my boots and he was with his cousin. She was a hot babe. We chatted, and I was grateful at that moment for my hair, that I could do my head toss. It's such a silly thing but it pushes my confidence forward. He asked for my number. Normally, I would have asked for his number, but this time around, I'm letting the guy do al the stuff. He looked like the real Nice guy - the ones you always read about but never met. I just want to see if nice does as nice says.
He called me after 3 - THREE - days (a good record, but we'll see) and we went out soon after. It was a nice first date and he is a computer geek so I have to remember that he could bump into this space. But then again, I don't give the impression that I could string a sentence well anyway. I always came across as someone who's either a bimbo (when I had superlong hair) or a confused aging rocker (the mullet). So my writing space is safe with me.
I'm out. I need to pee.
posted by tolldoll at 3:17 AM
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