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scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

14.8.13

diy pixie

acquired fancy, expensive haircutting scissors and with the help of an extra mirror i have made a giant mess in the bathroom several times now. The scissors cost more than going to a salon once but (anyway for the sort of salons that i would frequent) less than going twice, and with short hair i have to do Something about it nearly once a month. I feel like i am depriving myself when i go two months; my neck starts to get itchy and hot, i start to get bored, hair is long and annoying and blah. I use my fingers as a guide for length in back.

Cutting my own hair is also nice because i don't feel bad about messing up the stylist's Art and Vision and if some weird piece is sticking out, if it annoys me for more than a day, i can cut it right the hell off. And some weird piece is always sticking out. And if i go to a Real Salon and then end up with a weird thing happening, then i am also mad for having dropped so much cash on something that didn't really end up being worth it, because there are no twenty-five-dollar womens' hair salons in Vienna like there used to be at home, or anyway none that i have managed to locate, yet. I can walk through the shittiest neighborhood and the haircuts still start at €forty.

And with a pixie it changes so fast. It will go from looking like a boy's hair one day to The Perfect Length for about four days, or maybe a week, and then it's okay until i can't stand it any more and cut it all off again. So yes, clearly the thing to do is to cut all around my head at midnight before packing to go to somebody's wedding or to disappear on vacation or even just when i ought to be sleeping already. Midnight is the best time for cutting hair.

Labels: emptor

scrawled @ 17:33

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6.8.13

circumstances beyond control

it is easier for me to allow moments. the weekend will be empty enough - i can plan for this. The hottest day of the year, at that. I will find - something. I will not walk aimlessly, endlessly, without a goal in mind. Life goes on because it has to. It will. It will. It will.

Labels: people

scrawled @ 13:17

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