This is not the first time the urge has hit, but I don't think I've ever felt it so strongly.
Right now, I just want to set the clippers to 1/2 an inch, and buzz my head to nothing but 1/2 inch fluff and bleach it.
But, my boyfriend would of course HATE it with a passion, and look at me like a giant freak.
I just want to buzz it all off, say "fuck you" to all humanity, and spend all my time painting alone.
I don't play well with others, I guess.
I wish I had a workshop and welding tools. I need badly to make sculpture. Big, rusty, elegant, angry, graceful, jagged, ugly, 7-foot tall sculptures.
Right now, I just want to set the clippers to 1/2 an inch, and buzz my head to nothing but 1/2 inch fluff and bleach it.
But, my boyfriend would of course HATE it with a passion, and look at me like a giant freak.
I just want to buzz it all off, say "fuck you" to all humanity, and spend all my time painting alone.
I don't play well with others, I guess.
I wish I had a workshop and welding tools. I need badly to make sculpture. Big, rusty, elegant, angry, graceful, jagged, ugly, 7-foot tall sculptures.
posted by TwistedNoggin at 6:30 PM
1 Comments:
There is something very comforting about short hair sometimes. Don't know what that is. Maybe just the lack of having to fuss with it.
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