Disaster, and it’s not even noon yet. Number one, I am wearing red pants and purple shoes. It looked okay when I glanced in the mirror on the way out, but now it just looks cuh-ray-zee. Call in the clowns, people, just call in the bloody clowns. Number two, I rolled out of bed all grody-headed into the Internet café, where I ran into my hairdresser. It was like I’d just been called on in class, and I hadn’t done my homework.
posted by stellou at 11:04 AM
10 Comments:
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you already have a hairdresser!
Is his name Norman?
Miss Mo
that was my thought also, when i read it. you already have a hairdresser? before you have a phoneline or internet?? who are you???
WOW! 1/4 of a brain!
MO
yes i thought the same thing. a hairdresser already? wow, i like your priorities... and colours. purple and red is a great combination i think. i have a newish pair of purple flats, and ive been wearing them with most colours.
Oh, the purple shoes!
I add my voice to the chorus of amazement at the fact that you have a hairdresser. Will you soon have your own plumber and milkman?
There's something scary here : I also sometimes wear red trousers with purple shoes...
My God, does it have something to do with the name or what ? :p
PEOPLE.
i am shocked!, SHOCKED! at this BARRAGE of opinion about a hairdresser. hahaha
okay.
JES, i have a hairdresser. my head needed it!
NO, said hairdresser is not norman, who has my heart (and my head) 4EVA. said hairdresser is a blond danish girl named masja. majsa? something. something danish. she moved here a few months ago because copenhagen was boring. she also does colour. do you see, in your mind's eye, an oilily model? that is masja.
the hairdresser thing, that was achievable. walk down the street, pop in, make an appointment, show up, TA-DAAHHH. AND you even get an AMAZING head massage from the dark-haired boy with the deep voice.
the landline and internet thing, god help us all, is a whole different story. one that, um, involved me standing at a payphone LYING to the telecommunication people and PRETENDING TO BE A FIFTY-NINE-YEAR-OLD WOMAN. uh. the less said, the better. believe you me, the whole thing is SO out of my hands and just BLOODY AGGRAVATING all around. makes me want to go for a haircut.
tym: i don't know about the plumber and the milkman, but if boiler dude (matthew, brighton, tattoos) would show up again, that would be A-OK.
saffron: i salute you.
stellou: if we ever meet, will the world implode??? or maybe it would just create a mega forcefield that one could harness...for GOOD (purple shoes) not EVIL (black pumps)...
you are a hilarious and gifted writer. have you ever written a book? lisabeth says "No, she hasn't." - j.b.
"why'd it say anonymous. that's not what we put." -- Beefy
you should write a book about your funny daily adventures.
hallo j.b. and beefy!! you are NICE and KIND. i would like to write a book about my adventures. will you get someone from bloomsbury to call me, please? also, who is j.b.? :-)
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