cause I always sit next to someone breast feeding or eating a hot dog.
POST FROM Wednesday, July 07, 2004
To dye or not to dye
Sometimes I wonder how many women and metro-sexual men manage to dye their hairs every month. I mean I have thousands of things on my Things To Do List and obviously when I look at it every morning I instantly get tired and I'm ready to go to bed again. There it's me having what no human being can call breakfast and saying to my deep inside "yeah right, good luck you number 1, ciao number 4, ha ha you number 3 I can't even belieeeeve I wrote you down, and of course the only one I always just happen to forget to do, write something here on this blog."
Anyway, there are people who always find time to dye their hair. They must find some kind of pleasure going to the hairstylist salon, thing we don't have in common I must say.
Sometimes when I walk pass one I even say a little prayer for the unlucky girl who happens to be tramp there alone in the most horrible hot place on earth surrounded by women who NEVER STOP TALKING.
Have you notice that when you enter one of those places your voice changes, your ears beg for a break and you suddenly shrink to the size of a coin a hot coin. By the time you're finishing you have no voice, not because you have used it a lot, nodding is just an impulse for what it is left of you. I won't get my hands into those mirrors, cause as I have said before, those mirrors are personality breakers, demoralizing demons bought on purpose. What's wrong with their mirrors? People we don't look like that no oh!
I always find a way to talk bad about the unpleasantness of hair managing and their hot market. That awful market.
That's why, yesterday on a relaxed afternoon I said to my Grandmother if she wanted ME to dye her hair. I explained to her, a 82 years old woman, that I've never done it before, but if she wanted to get her hair done instead of taking her to a salon I could (oh my Gosh) do it.
Poor woman, I have no principles. What is next for me to do to avoid a Salon?
Once I figured out what was needed to be mixed with what I started brushing her hair. I don't think the specialists call brushing to the same thing I call brushing, but hey it sounds professional and I'll use it.
In half an hour of brushing and 40 minutes of waiting, the final product was GREAT!. I tell you, I can do this for a living. I'll put it right away on my resume, right there next to my other not always successful attempts, such as guitar player. On references, I'll write my grandmother's phone number but first I'll just prevent her not to tell future customers that she happens to be blind.
PS. I LOVE YOU GRANDMA!!, that woman sure trusts in me like no one else.
8/13/05 - It's probably not a great idea not to go to your medical appoitment when you get the best job they could have probably offered you, just because you want to mantein that perfect record of never taking a blood test.
