that time again

Here is the new haircut i am wanting. I like that it can do slicked back and the slouchy in the face thing.
opinions?



FYI pics are of the bassist Anthony Malat from the Bellmer Dolls

maybe also with elements of this (Brett Anderson of Suede)


and lastly the pic that anthony malat (nice guy) sent me that HE took to get the hair cut pictured above (of link wray)

nice and heartbreaking

so i was obsessing about the haircut enough that i emailed the bassist from the bellmer dolls and was all - listen i know it's weird - but do you have pictures of your hair? he was so nice. he sent over his haircut inspiration picture right away AND directed me to flickr to find more. nice. for no reason - so nice. those are always the ones that get me.

then today at lunch final_girl and I traded precious things. thoughts. treats. hugs. such a gift.

at home more precious was traded. more thoughts. hugs. dreams. futures.

i got some super sad news too. sigh. but i will suck it up.

i need a new lease on me. i like me, but it's like i need a little makeover. part of this is prolly clothes not fitting right and clearing out for summer and fall. the 33 bday approaches and i want changes.

i also want new ink. the antlers ink. a haircut. i think i am dyeing my hair dark again soon. and just in general - i want some new aesthetics that have been brewing for a while but not $$ feasible. i have let my curviness dictate how i can't dress and i don't want to do that anymore.

i don't want to spend the 8/14 paycheck before it's spent. but in my dreams... whooo boy do i have plans.
i am channeling my grandfather. i want to carry that tradition. dammit. it will be mine.

i am curious

when you meet a new person that you like
how long do you wait to google them?
and how does the google result effect your opinion of them?

ex: i googled someone after i first met them, within 24 hours
i saw they were prolific with their art online
it impressed me.

(no subject)

at what would be eleven my time but isn't yet
you reach over from another coast
giving me teeny tiny sacred girfts
reminders really
of who i am
where i come from
how dirt smells different in october
how grass smelled when it stained your neck
i miss you
i have the bruises to prove it