ModishGirL
i got my hair cut today. my hair stylist describes is as a 'mod-ish shoulder-length bob'. personally, when i think mod, i think of twiggy and mondrian dresses. but i'll take what i can get. i was thinking of doing something drastic a la cassandra from america's next top model (translation: waist length brown hair cut into a blonde, mia farrow-circa-rosemary's baby type thing) but then i found out how ridiculously expensive it is to have your hair repeatedly bleached and the cheap skate in me decided against it, for now.
after i left the salon, i was still sort of toying with the idea until i went to visit mark at work. i told him about my idea of a really drastic, short, textured hair cut like cassandra from antm (that's right dudes, he watches it with me, albeit against his will). suddenly, he gets this wide-eyed look on his face,
"you would go blonde, too?"
"yeah, maybe"
"oh...that's hot," he continued, all excited and drooly, "it would be like sleeping with a total stranger!"
"........"
duuuuuuude. based on that particular case of verbal diarrhea, i can safely say that i'll be a shoulder length brunette for a long, long time.
after i left the salon, i was still sort of toying with the idea until i went to visit mark at work. i told him about my idea of a really drastic, short, textured hair cut like cassandra from antm (that's right dudes, he watches it with me, albeit against his will). suddenly, he gets this wide-eyed look on his face,
"you would go blonde, too?"
"yeah, maybe"
"oh...that's hot," he continued, all excited and drooly, "it would be like sleeping with a total stranger!"
"........"
duuuuuuude. based on that particular case of verbal diarrhea, i can safely say that i'll be a shoulder length brunette for a long, long time.
posted by diadima at 9:23 PM
9 Comments:
it's important to know when you've reached your expiry date...
i can't imagine you with blonde hair anyhow, i think the dark hair suits you too much.
Our inner cheapskates are almost as important as our sense of morality. Sometimes the two work in tandem. For instance, I was thinking of robbing a bank, not very moral I know, but fuck you, I'm poor. Then my inner cheapskate showed up to the party and was all like "you're going to have to buy tools and a ski mask and hire some goons, cause what's a good bank robbery without goons?" and my morality was like, "you know what, I agree with cheapskate, robbing banks is wrong." And that, as they say, was that. I'm still poor, but at least I'm moral. If fucking cheapskate hadn't opened his stupid mouth I could be neck deep in Vegas Showgirls getting my morality on.
What were we talking about?
nick.
my keyboard sports a fresh mouthful of hot coffee, no thanks to you.
you are my new favorite read.
you're too much monsieur honey pants
Yay me! I'm like Fessig in The Princess Bride, in that I finally did something right!
Thanks, Nikki.
Adria, There is a fine line between too much and not enough, I like to think I walk that line everyday.
there is a fine line between making eye contact and the penetrating stare of a psychopath.
i read that someplace.
Anthony I wasn't being serious when I wrote that. It was meant to be silly.
Who's invading? I see no invading, I was invited here.
just tell him to fall on asleep on the other hand that he uses. Thats called the "Stranger". That all i got, toodle loo!
well shoot, my comment makes no sense at all. Its meant to be a masturbatory joke. get it heh heh heh. back to my cave
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