Well, it's done! I've changed my hair! Painless and lovely and as easy as anything else ive done! BEHOLD! (my baldiness as seen in slot three).
i look like a dork. i embrace this. either a dork, or that dude from that shite-ass band...the used. or that dude from taking back sunday...ooor, in a couple of years, Kubrick! (god willing).
i have a headache the size of (insert name of something big)today, so cute story, then a long quote. Enjoy...!
Three comments on my hair today. None from my friends. Oddly,they didnt notice the change. Yesterday, when i told J about the big change, he said that it was going to look too Feminine. Today, when he saw the change, he said, Well, it doesn't look TOO sissified. That, my dear readers, is something i shall get tattooed on my ass.
Chuck, my boss, said, Think it's 'bout time you get a hair cut? The implication being, if i wanna keep my job, i need to cut my hair. This is something he does every once in a while, you know, to keep me in line. He bitches about what i wear, how i have my hair, chains, jewelry, etc. What he's really saying is, Yeah, i know you still work here, and i know you haven't had a raise in 18 months, but...i still think you're a fagbe happy you still work here.
Suzy said, Are you TRYING to get girls not to find you attractive? and damnit...that would be funny if it wasnt true! Funny story, here, this isnt entirely MY strategy! It's taken in part as a quiet rebellion against society's standards (and i'm lazy...so i dont brush the ol hair or shave, or...) and in part as a stategy Tender used in Surviver (the novel...not the desinys child song...freak). So, here's an exert, my quote for the day...:
"Part of my strategy for courting Fertility Hollis is to look ugly on purpose, and getting dirty is a start. Looking a little rough around the edges. Still, it's hard to get dirty gardening when you never really touch the ground, but my clothes smell from the poison, and my nose is a little sunburned. With the wire stem of a plastic calla lily, i chop up a handful of the hard dead soil, and i rub it in my hair. I wedge the dirt under my fingernails.
God forbid i should try and look good for Fertility. The worse strategy i could pursue is self-improvement. It would be a big mistake to dress up, make my best effort, comb my hair, maybe even borrow some swell clothes from the man i work for, something all-cotton and pastel shirtwise, brush my teeth, put on what they call deodorant and walk into the Columbia Memorial Mausoleum for a big second date still looking ugly, but showing signs i really tried to look good.
So here i am. This is as good as it gets. Take it or leave it.
As if i don't care what she thinks.
Looking good is not part of the big plan. My plan is to look like untapped potential. The look i'm going for is natural. Real. The look i'm after is, raw material. Not desperate and needy, but ripe with potential. Not hungry. Sure, i want to look like i'm worth the effort. Washed but not ironed. Clean but not polished. Confident but humble.
Honest is how i want to look. The truth doesnt glitter and shine.
Here's passive aggression in action.
My idea is to make ugly work in my favor. Establish a low baseline for contrast with my later on. Before and After. The frog and the prince."
oh yeah, day 14! two weeks! i'ma gonna try again tonite, with any luck...
i look like a dork. i embrace this. either a dork, or that dude from that shite-ass band...the used. or that dude from taking back sunday...ooor, in a couple of years, Kubrick! (god willing).
i have a headache the size of (insert name of something big)today, so cute story, then a long quote. Enjoy...!
Three comments on my hair today. None from my friends. Oddly,they didnt notice the change. Yesterday, when i told J about the big change, he said that it was going to look too Feminine. Today, when he saw the change, he said, Well, it doesn't look TOO sissified. That, my dear readers, is something i shall get tattooed on my ass.
Chuck, my boss, said, Think it's 'bout time you get a hair cut? The implication being, if i wanna keep my job, i need to cut my hair. This is something he does every once in a while, you know, to keep me in line. He bitches about what i wear, how i have my hair, chains, jewelry, etc. What he's really saying is, Yeah, i know you still work here, and i know you haven't had a raise in 18 months, but...i still think you're a fagbe happy you still work here.
Suzy said, Are you TRYING to get girls not to find you attractive? and damnit...that would be funny if it wasnt true! Funny story, here, this isnt entirely MY strategy! It's taken in part as a quiet rebellion against society's standards (and i'm lazy...so i dont brush the ol hair or shave, or...) and in part as a stategy Tender used in Surviver (the novel...not the desinys child song...freak). So, here's an exert, my quote for the day...:
"Part of my strategy for courting Fertility Hollis is to look ugly on purpose, and getting dirty is a start. Looking a little rough around the edges. Still, it's hard to get dirty gardening when you never really touch the ground, but my clothes smell from the poison, and my nose is a little sunburned. With the wire stem of a plastic calla lily, i chop up a handful of the hard dead soil, and i rub it in my hair. I wedge the dirt under my fingernails.
God forbid i should try and look good for Fertility. The worse strategy i could pursue is self-improvement. It would be a big mistake to dress up, make my best effort, comb my hair, maybe even borrow some swell clothes from the man i work for, something all-cotton and pastel shirtwise, brush my teeth, put on what they call deodorant and walk into the Columbia Memorial Mausoleum for a big second date still looking ugly, but showing signs i really tried to look good.
So here i am. This is as good as it gets. Take it or leave it.
As if i don't care what she thinks.
Looking good is not part of the big plan. My plan is to look like untapped potential. The look i'm going for is natural. Real. The look i'm after is, raw material. Not desperate and needy, but ripe with potential. Not hungry. Sure, i want to look like i'm worth the effort. Washed but not ironed. Clean but not polished. Confident but humble.
Honest is how i want to look. The truth doesnt glitter and shine.
Here's passive aggression in action.
My idea is to make ugly work in my favor. Establish a low baseline for contrast with my later on. Before and After. The frog and the prince."
oh yeah, day 14! two weeks! i'ma gonna try again tonite, with any luck...
phoolsfire:
as long as your happy, i still like my tank girl idea