2005-02-08

I had my hairs cut and I've gone all Carol Brady...
It's kinda funny and I am going to take to wearing stripey t-shirts and knickerbockers to enhance the effect. Although I did actually cry loudly as i left the salon and about a kilo of hair behind - after growing it out for five years there was a lot of hair in that lonesome, snipped off pile. But, hey, what's another five or so years between friends?
Am busted flat for anything better to say. I miss my Sydney Fling Thing, having not flung for some time now. The little Malteser is lost forever, my Moose never came to fruition and Dr Pants the academic is lost in the halls of the university looking for his gumption. Tres boring, really. Am off to go and watch horny Spanish movies in the hope of sparking some kind of libidinous interest in myself.
Oh Tiger, not again!...

bitch - moan