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anotheranon) wrote2004-10-01 07:33 pm
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sand under my fingernails
Very irritating day. Did some extensive, time consuming code cleanup followed by a web page that absolutely, positively had to be done by 5 - and which was handed to me at 4:30 >:( Normally I wouldn't have been so ticked (I hesitate to say "pissed", reminding myself that my job isn't that bad, yet again), but this caused me to have to cancel my hair appointment, which I'd been a c h i n g for all week. I can feel my hair on my ears, I'm turning into one of those Hell's Angels </rimmer>, and want shorn badly!
I could have tried to speed the ~7 miles from work to salon (Flash-heavy), but in Friday rush hour traffic certain distances just cannot be spanned in 10 minutes, outside of a teleporter. I opted to re-arrange for tomorrow morning rather than arrive at the salon a cranky, tired mess who can't enjoy the shampooing or tell the stylist what I want, and arriving home late and hungry to D. who really doesn't deserve that!
The hair-styling experience is a sensual one, meant to be enjoyed if one can - the fancy shampoos and conditioners, the vast piles of fashion magazine eye candy to be perused while one is waiting - why ruin it for myself?
I read when I get home that after much grumbling, Mt. St. Helens is popping it's top again. I remember being utterly fascinated by the 1980 eruption as a child, reading the National Geographic article on it over and over. Natural disasters and infectious diseases - odd interests to have, but there it is.
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The hair-styling experience is a sensual one, meant to be enjoyed if one can - the fancy shampoos and conditioners, the vast piles of fashion magazine eye candy to be perused while one is waiting
sensual x 2. I LOVE getting my hair cut/done/whatever, but for me it is the delicious experience of getting my hair touched only. it seems to block everything else out ;) sometimes I'm lucky enough to run into someone who enjoys touching other's hair, such a person can have me purring for hours...
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You need to get your DH a big hairbrush and some hair oil, and tell him to give you a scalp massage/brushout! I'm sure he'd love to do it for you, if it makes you purr ;)
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Ah, but how do you KNOW??? The dead (other than Kai) don't generally sell their stories to the National Enquirer and the alien abductors may just dump all the failed experiments/corpses on the dark side of the moon ... ***EVIL teasing grin***
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(Actually, I confess, I've NEVER lost a sock in the laundry and always considered that an urban myth ... are you telling me it's TRUE????!!!!! ***WIDE eyes***)
(However I DID once lose a vivid pink t-shirt for three months in a one-bedroom apartment ... I'm certain that aliens, parallel dimensions, and the dark side of the moon were involved in THAT one!)
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Someday you'll HAVE to treat D. to the entire hair experience ... poor boy has NO idea what he's missing!
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