i got lost walking to work this morning - not because i'm senial at 29 - but because i couldn't see - yep, i was def last week, i'm blind this week. "why?" "too much hair"
too much hair on my head i tell you
i'm on the board of a non-profit organization for the arts - specifically a non-profit organization for the art of performance poetry.
projective verse
i had a meeting yesterday after work with a new intern we're going to have do stuff for the organization. a real rip roaring time it is trying to figure out what stuff actually is, but hey it was a free dinner
today at noon i get all my hair cut. i really need it too. i look like a 2000's Bon Jovi wanna-be. it's sad. "Chop it all off!" "Chop it off?" "yeah, last haircut i got was in September" "ahh, chop it off?" "yeah, C.H.O.P. I.T. O.F.F."
i ran letting it grow out so i could be all cool Steven Segal looking around in my head for a few weeks and now i just want to see again.
sheep dogs are unnatural. there's no way they can see a damn thing i tell you.
darnit, i should have asked the intern if she knew how to cut hair. nah, interns have been touchy these past few years...
abraham lincoln jokes are still not funny. go figure.
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so i had my hairs cut, beard trimmed, side burns evened out... i look different, but better. no one at work has yet to mention my new clean cut-ness. i hope this isn't a new office trend - ignoring the obvious. why don't people speak up about new things instead of just blindly blatering - howareya? when they see you for the first time in a day.
"howareya?" "i can feel my spleen rupturing and i just herniated my lower intestine." "well that's good, working on anything interesting?�
cube farms are annoying
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the comments about my hair have begun: "just checking if that was you" "happy hair cut mr. powers" (damned kissass) "very corporate john" "kiss my ass you disingenuous fucker" "i mean thanks, i feel lighter" "yeah you have a good day too"
