Cherished Misery, Inc.: haircut horror, worse than a war or cancer so she thinks

Friday, May 11, 2007

haircut horror, worse than a war or cancer so she thinks

-my hair is quite short, for real

-ayla hates her bangs and has made me miserable for 24 hrs because of it

-ayla *over slept* this morning and didnt go to school til 1st recess...and naturally made her bangs and hair the

biggest fiasco since chernobyl

-ayla just left mumbling suicide threats and blathered on about how long it would take to die if she stopped eating (i said "too long" b/c im a bad mother)

-i always threated my hairdress b4 every cut that i will torch her shop if she gives me a mullet, and it works (haha) ayla will have to try the same method about her bangs being too short next time...

-now THAT is a bad haircut......--->

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"Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have."