someone tie me up because I'm THISCLOSE to cutting my hair.
as you can tell I'm in my baddest moods tonight. I am bloated and aching all over, my hair looks like a fugly old dog so no one is to come near me. enduring pain is not my strongest suit. tonight I expect to be treated like Queen, and if not someone better come up with an explanation for being such a jerk. at least I have PMS as an excuse.
Rizan has been very nice lately. I think he's known me long enough to realise on his own that I can be a pain whenever I deem necessary. so eventhough I feel like hurling a bucket at everyone who spoke to me today, I must say he is spared because he's been a darling, so yes I am a lame softie but only around you okay?
yesterday I managed to catch my cousin's stellar performance at NYP. oh she was so good and the entire play was impressive. babe you were excellent! I was even moved to tears, and though I can blame my unpredictable mood swings along with my fluctuating hormones for being a crybaby, I bet on any other given day the same acting would've touched me a little. I'd still cry, albeit grudgingly. oh and Sue hope you liked the daisies =]
lastly, I'm hoping I'm just going through a passing phase, because lately I've been having thoughts of cutting my hair and I really don't want to regret fulfilling them. I didn't think hair would ever be an issue to me because it grossly sounds like bimbo talk but I look like I have a dog on some days so something needs to be done about that- fast! *furiously fans self with hand, flustered look on face*
...I don't even know why that animation was necessary. but anyway. if anybody is chummy with people named Vidal or Toni, or just anyone who is gay and cuts hair (because aren't they supposed to be the best in the business?), then you and I better start being friends tonight.
