Got up this morning from bed far too late. I was planning to go to the hairdressers first thing in the morning, but unfortunately I slept until 12.30h...
Dragged my lazy butt to the bathroom, undressed en stepped on the scale. OH MY GOD ! ! ! 'How could I have put on that much weight over a night of bad sleep ? ', was my first reaction. Then I opened my eyes a second time, examining the scale closer. Somebody had turned the little wheel, so the balance was fixed on a stable 5kg to begin with ... probably my cats playing a prank on me. Fpieuw, diet is still working.
Managed to bike to the hairdressers in the afternoon, a lot of people there by then off course. The girl cut and sliced my hair, like they always do, but damn student, she brushed it very tight. I wanted to shout something to her, like 'stop it, you are supposed to make me look younger and sexy, not like a poodle in the wind', but I didn't. And then, by all means, a delicious guy with freshly washed hair, sat down in the chair next to me, looking around the place so to find something he could enjoy... Why me ? Why always me ? Couldn't get away any quicker, biked like a madwoman to the CD-shop to comfort myself.
A lot of Cd's on sale, so I bought one too many ... You must really listen to:
- 5:55 by Charlotte Gainsbourg
- Ballad of the Broken Seas by Isobel Campbell & Mark Lanegan
- Lucky Dog Recordings by Stuart A. Staples
- Attaque Surprise by Vive La Fête
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Got a phone call from work today. My boss asking me if I would like to go along with the doctors tomorrow evening. They 're invited by a company that is selling protheses and material for performing back surgery, and they can take a few nurses too. Very nice ! Looking forward to it ! I'll certainly blog about it, that's a promise.
Lovely day off work after all. But no, I'm not webcamming tonight, I'm going to listen to music. No, not even if you beg for it ;-)
3 comments:
I hate hairdressers myself! Refuse to go to the bigger salons. I always go to the smallest little old man barbers for my haircut. In and out, quick as a flash. The less time spent staring at myself in the mirror while wearing a green gown the better!
urgh, I always go to the hairdressers school. The students have to concentrate on what they are doing, so you don't have to talk all the time about the weather. And luckily the gowns are black there, yuk, imagine me in a green one ...
promised I would go more often this year to have a hair cut ... as to get in touch with the 'feminine' side of me ... let's see what 'll come from that
He glad i'm not alone...i hate it. Why must there be a mirror?
Ik wou je net vragen waar jij ging faluche, want mijn exkapper was zo'n verwaande kwast die 30 euro vroeg om te knippen...en ondertussen me gek maakte met zijn gestoef over zijn verre reizen.
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