hair there and everywhere
Mar. 18th, 2004 01:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideFirst of all: my friend ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
devinluvsrussia is having the night from hell with The Paper That Refused To Die. Let's all cheerlead for her. GO DEVIN! GO DEVIN! GO DEVIN! Just some virtual love for your friends page!
In case you can't tell, I love Devin. She is truly of the good.
Now, back on to more frivolous matters:
I have entirely too much hair. This is always painfully obvious when I wash my hair at night and it slowly dries into a giant fluffy cloud. Bleh. If I'm running out with wet head, I tend to shove it into a rubber band and that sort of tames it down.
But every once in awhile, it's fun to let it fluff out. It's like having a down comforter on your head.
Growing up, I was always desperate for Judy's otter-sleek, silky tresses. And she claims she wishes she had my wavy mane. Take it, I say. If I wasn't such a lazy bastard, I would flat iron my head every day. But I just don't give enough of a shit about it.
Trying to debate if I want to get it chopped in LA. Summer is coming. I plan on doing lots of swimming. Long hair makes me feel younger *lame* But short, swingy hair makes me feel frisky--and only takes 30 seconds to wash/condition. If I chop it off, my mother will freak. If she had her way, I'd never cut my hair.
Having completed his nap in here, Hobbes has moved to the couch in the living room. I'm contemplating sneaking out the suitcase and doing some preliminary packing. Oh no, nevermind. My thought bubble apparently has reached him and he's inconveniently back in here.
Mmm also considering having another 1/3 of that snickers bar. I'm pretty ashamed of myself tonight. I bought all this wonderful salad stuff and it's just sitting there because I'm too lazy to assemble a salad. So I had cold chicken thigh/leg and diet pepsi. And the aforementioned 1/3 snickers. I have all kinds of grocery guilt. I love salads. But I hate chopping lettuce and assembling them. So I've finally broken down and bought the more expensive pre-chopped lettuce bags. But I'm still so lazy about putting the rest of it together (chopping other veggies, etc). But since I already feel so guilty about spending more money on the pre-chopped, I refuse to let myself buy the obscenely priced pre-assembled salads in the deli section. But then the pre-chopped stuff I buy turns brown waiting for me to summon the will to chop other vegetables. Excitingly though, Trader Joes has these half bags now (so cute!!). So at least the chances of my using it up have improved. Or at least less lettuce will die waiting for me to get on the ball.
Someday I'm going to realize that I shouldn't reveal what a complete freak I am. Hrm.
God. This night of posts should more than make up for a 10 day absence. Sheesh.
devinluvsrussia is having the night from hell with The Paper That Refused To Die. Let's all cheerlead for her. GO DEVIN! GO DEVIN! GO DEVIN! Just some virtual love for your friends page!In case you can't tell, I love Devin. She is truly of the good.
Now, back on to more frivolous matters:
I have entirely too much hair. This is always painfully obvious when I wash my hair at night and it slowly dries into a giant fluffy cloud. Bleh. If I'm running out with wet head, I tend to shove it into a rubber band and that sort of tames it down.
But every once in awhile, it's fun to let it fluff out. It's like having a down comforter on your head.
Growing up, I was always desperate for Judy's otter-sleek, silky tresses. And she claims she wishes she had my wavy mane. Take it, I say. If I wasn't such a lazy bastard, I would flat iron my head every day. But I just don't give enough of a shit about it.
Trying to debate if I want to get it chopped in LA. Summer is coming. I plan on doing lots of swimming. Long hair makes me feel younger *lame* But short, swingy hair makes me feel frisky--and only takes 30 seconds to wash/condition. If I chop it off, my mother will freak. If she had her way, I'd never cut my hair.
Having completed his nap in here, Hobbes has moved to the couch in the living room. I'm contemplating sneaking out the suitcase and doing some preliminary packing. Oh no, nevermind. My thought bubble apparently has reached him and he's inconveniently back in here.
Mmm also considering having another 1/3 of that snickers bar. I'm pretty ashamed of myself tonight. I bought all this wonderful salad stuff and it's just sitting there because I'm too lazy to assemble a salad. So I had cold chicken thigh/leg and diet pepsi. And the aforementioned 1/3 snickers. I have all kinds of grocery guilt. I love salads. But I hate chopping lettuce and assembling them. So I've finally broken down and bought the more expensive pre-chopped lettuce bags. But I'm still so lazy about putting the rest of it together (chopping other veggies, etc). But since I already feel so guilty about spending more money on the pre-chopped, I refuse to let myself buy the obscenely priced pre-assembled salads in the deli section. But then the pre-chopped stuff I buy turns brown waiting for me to summon the will to chop other vegetables. Excitingly though, Trader Joes has these half bags now (so cute!!). So at least the chances of my using it up have improved. Or at least less lettuce will die waiting for me to get on the ball.
Someday I'm going to realize that I shouldn't reveal what a complete freak I am. Hrm.
God. This night of posts should more than make up for a 10 day absence. Sheesh.
