the viewed object
does not change with your perspective

do no harm

ironing his own clothes…

without the jacket…

“Say, ‘I love my mama!’”

I’ve been looking for a square ring for a few years now.
it’s not a good time to get stuff for myself.
but what the hell…

that brown sweater? it was a splurge in ’91 and I still love it. I even love the frayed bits.

I think my panties are a little wet. mmmmmm…

“can I get any of you cunts a drink?” ~Ed

Magic Beans.
Have cow.
Milk negotiable.

“just one calorie… not evil enough.”

I trimmed up the back of Dylan’s hair tonight. he wouldn’t let me touch the front as he’s growing it out to look like Conor O’s from Bright Eyes. it would have been even better had I seen a picture first. he just told me, “cut it really short in back– DON’T TOUCH THE FRONT.” considering that, I did pretty well.

I think we’re both growing out to the same hairstyle. hmm.

***sometimes I run into otherwise logical people who think trimming their hair makes it grow (IT’S DEAD on that end)
or want to use cheap product on chemically treated hair…
I think THIS says it all.

skakin’ our ample bootay
a full moon fever
yep, old ladies on the make

Suz and I went to a punk show last night. we were the only adults that weren’t there making sure their teens weren’t doing drugs… excepts for the freaky woman with the little kids (I had a flash of– is she going to try to beat me up?). one tiny boy had a waist-length mullet. I felt judgemental and bitchy… and it felt gooooood. I wore dark jeans, silver lame’ chucks, a black tee, and a volcom army jacket.

Suz’s Hannah was there (I did her hair… black and platinum blonde) but my Dyl was not. we had kids coming up and talking with us. I loved it. I’m booked for homecoming hair.

ANYway, we were there to see Waiting For Darryl
and stayed for Mechanical Dolls

I knew I’d like Darryl, I’d at least heard their music… but I loved Mechanical Dolls. they have that unbelievable confidence, like rockstars. Darryl does too, but these were GIRLS. the drummer would spin-toss her right stick while running the other one down her tongue with this fierce look on her face. yeeeeeeeah… mmmmmm. the music was first rate. I loved it.

here’s the view from the construction delay I experience for at least a half hour every day–

I got an inch cut and no one noticed (score)–

The Nose–

my regular 8am monday client cancelled so I gave myself a pedi, a mani, waxed my brows, legs, and pits… experiencing the Pedi Throne for the first time. it has “massage” function… let’s just say the “thigh area” vibrations didn’t exactly hit the intended area when I turned it on. sitting up straight is overrated in some cases.

Brooke and I went out for our usual shared caprese panini (mmm… fresh mozza and basil) then went to a TIGI (Tony and Guy/Bedhead) cutting class. We actually got quite a bit out of it as far as technique and product knowlege.

I made barbeque sauce ribs, green beans, and rice for dinner. not only were there no complaints but seconds and in one case THIRDS were had. wooooo!

it not rain every day. I ate the bahr.