Diary XVIII

I dunno what it is with me and bad haircuts....


Hmm.. but maybe its not really the haircut... its jus me... and the secret fantasy I harbor everytime.. that when I get out of a salon after a haircut... I'll look like a SUPERMODEL.. out of VOGUE or something....

(a.k.a. Jassi ??!! hahaha.. that reminds me of a.. uh.. actually TWO friends of mine.. who've compared me to Jassi.. mebbe its the specs..and the all-famous "yellow suit" that's been part of my wardrobe ever since I can remember.. )

So no supermodel stuff here... jus plain 'ol me.. with slightly shorter hair..

Schwarzkopf... my ASS !!!

X-(


-me
ps: and NO respect for money... NONE !!


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How can I make you stop...

How can I make you not leave....

Tears... diluted

Words... meaningless

Demands... unreasonable

Complaints... too trite



Dedicated to those... who've left... and those.. who might..


not-a-poet,
me

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The Moral: NEVER blog past 2 am !!

-me


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I can hear the crows crowing...

When my sis was around 6 I think... she used to say.. that when she can't sleep ... she just lies in bed waiting to hear the crows crow.. and as soon as she did.. she'd feel sleepy...

I'm gonna try the same...

G'nite absent audience...