monsoon season is here. spotting my pathetically drawn xmas tree(odd shaped triangle and a minute dash sticking out at its bottom) on my calender.
i visited my hairdresser yesterday. after 2years. she misses me. she remembers me, the nutcrack who insists on pixie cuts every 6weeks, is back. the attack returns. back with a ponytail she can make a wig with. snipped it off, nothing holding my hairdresser back. she simply slipped to the back with my chunk of hair, its payback time after all that useless stray little short punny fuck hair i leave on her turf. shit me. nothing to be sorry about. its such MAGNIFICENT relief. yes society, i conformed and i kept this tail for you for 1 year and 7months. unfortunately it's going to where it's coming from, the ground. i dont know why. it just has to come from the ground. you can always find hair on the ground, so hair comes from there. utter verbal diarrhea and nonsense im spitting out. must be work.work just makes me want to talk alot of senseless things to keep my mind of unpleasant-sleep-disturbing thoughts. it distracts me.
my boss called me at 4.40am this morning. it terrified me. it still haunts me. i couldn't sleep for the rest of the morning. i can't sleep now. im scared.
gdnight.
by the way, here's some corgi dogs for your liking.
