do not pull me over and make me show you my poetic license. my style is journalistic but it is not journalism. sometimes, some things get to inventing their ownselves. there are reasons, or not.
and sometimes i really wonder. why. i mean really. wonder. and really, no idea the answer.
it might be as simple as whatever, or as complicated as because.
things like this, in which sending out one of my weird little cd creations results in a kid finding an inspiration. and this is good stuff, too - notice the glue itself is part of the piece? kid 'gets it', yes he does. which is just cool.
ok, so, after the usual rootbleaching and general periodic hairwrecking with the "extra light reddish blonde" which doesn't come out that light at all, i have this in deep coral to put on after, it's semi-perm but on my hair, it'll last. i might have to cut off a significant bunch of hair to make this work, but i'm well qualified, there were years and years i never let anyone but me touch my hair 'cause i'm the only one that knows my hair, and my hair's not normal hair. i remember this ex of mine, one time he was complaining he couldn't get his hair to do what he wanted and i was all, well, mine does what i want and he said yeah, well, it's afraid of you.
damn skippy.
