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10:17 a.m. - 2004-06-10

Late post from Wednesday Afternoon:

Last night I was supposed to get an awful lot of essay writing done but it just didn't really happen. I blame good television. This lack of getting essay writing done is likely to mean that tonight and tomorrow night are going to be rather painful, as words are forcibly extracted from my uncooperative brain. This is a terribly unfortunate time to have begun an interaction with someone as I now have a compelling 'somewhere else' to be that isn't in front of my computer writing essays. The beds of attractive butch women are not academically productive places to be but, oh, It's hard to remember that.

Flashback: at a dance party earlier this year I was accosted by a hair dresser who wanted to know the origins of my haircut, more specifically, which high-charging elite hair salon had invented it. She seemed so astounded when I told her that it was the result of $15 hair salons and a very specific, forceful design concept on my part that she dragged all of her hairdresser friends over to admire my 'do. What surprised me most was that at that point, I hadn't had it cut in over two months and it was more what I would consider the shaggy unpleasant growing out phase of my haircut rather than my preferred 'precision chopped' phase. Apparently, cheap hairdressers + too lazy to get my hair cut for a few months = expensive looking hairstyle. Which is fine by me.

Except that now my hair is back in that shaggy phase where it is resistant to all product. And I can't decide whether to just go get it cut again (ugh, forced conversation with hair dressers for forty minutes) or pretend that this is how it's supposed to look.

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