because that wasnt awkward at all...

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“So got anything else planned for today?”

J- “No…Just this”

“Quiet day huh?”

J- “Mmmm…”

“Hmmmmmm…”

Not the most enthralling snippet of conversation I’ll admit, but one that happens every 6 months with me, as I am having my hair doused in a few degrees too hot water, rinsing strange unheard of product out of my hair. Yes, today, I crossed the border and entered the unknown land of scissors, shampoos and squeaky floors, otherwise known as The Hairdressers.

finding the right words

Sometimes I wonder about myself. Sometimes I think that age-old virtue of Common Sense has been omitted from my being since birth- maybe a cause for wonder and speculation at how abysmally this new life form will cope without the one mental presence the entire human race claims to be universal.

My cause for concern is backed up with evidence of the blondest kind. For example: