Of hairs and their cuttings
Of hairs and their cuttings
So I got my hair did the other day. The key hair woman, Shay, on the next movie cut my hair in faux hawk fashion. I'm not wearing it that way, but that's the way she intended it to be worn. I look pretty mean now.
The following day, I cut Jessie's hair. It looks pretty great. Now we're the sexiest people alive.
Pictures of both cuts are forthcoming. [UPDATE! They're right below.]
Here's Jessie looking saucy and generally making hearts race all over the nation.
"Good eeeevening." Here's me with a nice new haircut and my favorite t-shirt.
Me with the hat hair. Still looking pretty okay, remarkably.
Here's how sexy we look as a couple. Don't look directly at the picture. We've been known to damage a retina or two. We're only safe to look at through a pinhole in a shoebox using some tin foil as a reflextive surface. Ask your parents for help!
Me with the faux. Or le faux, I suppose. (I'm not even sure if that's grammatically correct.) Mind you, this is right on top of the ol' hat hair, so it normally looks better. I think the last time I had some kind of product in my hair was probably high school. God help me, I've got last season's haircut and goop in my hair. Look no further for the omen of the apocalypse, dear readers.
Today's comic and book purchases:
Watching:
Reading:
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posted by Drew @ 7:40 PM
7 comments
7 Comments:
Dude, Hustle & Flow? Forget that. Watch Hustle! It's a show on the BBC about the long con. And since it's British, you know it's at least 50% smarter than anything domestic. There's no way you won't like it (if even just a little bit).
So, Love's Abiding Joy, book four in the Love Comes Softly series? Someday, I'd like to meet some of the the people that watch these things. Maybe the truth would shock me.
Shock me like an unexpected glimpse of my lover, whose abiding joy comes softly in the night.
Hey I am doing two shows in tandem! And they are all big roles. Kill me!!!
-N
EP--
Here's a good indication of the kind of people who watch these things. This was one of the creepier posts on Logan's message board on his IMDb page. He's one of the main actors in the Love's Blankity Blank series and a friend of mine. Suffice it to say that he is not like the Logan he is theorized to be by the writers of the first two entries in the thread. Don't get me wrong; he's a damn fine human being. He's just not quite as...into God as these people clearly believe.
Being who I am, however, I decided to respond to their posts with my tongue firmly in cheek. Who am I to destroy the illusion? As always, I hold the "gronix" screen name. Enjoy.
Nick--
I'm not going to kill you.
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you know.. you guys should come out to Texas for a visit. I would go west young man, but college workstudy pays dick. How little you ask? well I cant read comics at the moment as 1) the comic store I work at has closed and 2) the workstudy pays NOTHING! well it pays something, its all just going into my gastank.
I love the hair.
THE SHIRT! I remember when you drunkenly 'lost' that shirt. haha that was fun.
-N
Oh yeeaaaahhhhh. I remember that!
"THE SHIRT! I remember when you drunkenly 'lost' that shirt. haha that was fun."
Yeah. Good times indeed. Not to worry though, folks. I found the shirt. You've seen the photographer evidence that supports that assertion. For those of you who want to know the end of the story, I eventually discovered it in the dirty clothes hamper. Sad that that was an unexpected place for it in my college days.
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Yeah especially since you were drunker than a skunk.
He was wandering around bald(yes he looked like Blowfeld, folks!) shirtless and muttering in his living room whilst the rest of the household was awake and very mad and me and Mark. For it was like 3 AM and we had disappeared to buy cigarettes an hour and a half previous. He was to drunk to really make a conherient sentence, yet had the clarity of mind to put his shirt in the dirty clothes hamper.
I don't know either. but thats what happens when you drink too much rum.
I guess.
-N
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