Oh, I believe in yesterday.

By | August 16, 2007

You starting mmmming and your window will close on your fingers.

Yesterday was a wondrous day. Not only did I maliciously and with malice aforethought murder my hair *buwahahahahahaha* but I also had a massage with my favorite massage therapist A.G. Yup, that’s his name. He goes by his initials because his name is hideous. He told it to me once but I forgot. Back off, I’ve got MS and am entitled to forget whatever I wanna forget. So neener neener.

It had been too long since I’ve seen A.G. last so the deep tissue wasn’t as effective as it should have been. Anyhoo.. I’ve got another scheduled for the 30th so YAY.

Yum, teen boy walking down the street digging in his crotch. Yuck. He sniffed his fingers afterwards. *shiver* And people wonder how I can be content to stay home. Like I’d ever want to shake his hand. Yeeagh! Amazing what you can see out your windows.

But I digress. It was difficult shaving me head. Took me for-freakin-ever to get it done, which is lame since I was using a clipper set. All you gotta do is run the thing over your head. Need arms and shoulders for that. Towards the end of it I had to sit down on the bathroom floor to finish. Standing for any period of time is wholly unpleasant.

Tip for the day: If its too good to be true it probably isn’t. Think about that the next time you go to confession.

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