nicole_noir

You sure do meet some interesting people hairdressing and Lygon Street has some fucked up people.

I met a guy who way back in the day was a punk and used to go to see The Clash and The Sex Pistols. He now looks like a regular fiddy year old with short back and sides suit and tie get up. He also didnt mind getting hair on his shirt because - he could just go buy another one. The dude who was feeding the pigeons was back the other day. Now that I mention it, hes there at 12 oclock every Wednesday. The mafia bosses have their coffee next door and Otto is the guy who wanders around taking pictures of people and charging them six bucks. Hes a millionaire and quacks at people. Yes, like a duck. He did it to me the other day, its quite scary. I love Carlton.

Lack of time and energy is making my life into one big roster of responsibility. Working hard for some sort of recognition. Waiting out the front of the salon for L to come and unlock the door, a car with a billboard hitched on the back went by. On it was written - [ what do you really want? ] Appropriate. I could always quit and get a job driving billboards around the city.

Commonwealth Games Closing was a pain in the arse - had to restrain myself and J from kicking the models in their over peroxided heads. At least we got free lunch and rocked out with some athletes from Ghana.

Its taken a month to stop having sore feet after work.

I now have X amount of dollars in my bank account so I can fuck off somewhere else. I cut the travel agents hair yesterday so Im going to visit her. Its called networking.