Overall not a bad day, despite the flare-up inspired by what my hairdresser did to me a month ago. It hit hard today. A bad hair day with a bad hair cut. I hurled that bottle of John Frieda’s Frizz-Ease into the tub. The squirter part flew into the window and I still can’t find the top – eh! Maybe it’s not for black people hair. But I can’t blame John Frieda. Nope, I blame my hairdresser.
But not a bad day at all really. Mondays and Tuesdays are my Saturday and Sunday which kind of sucks because my friends can’t play with me sometimes because they have to work. But because the economy stinks a few are unemployed and are able to. I thought I would go to the Hudson River Museum, but wouldn’t you know it’s closed Mondays and Tuesdays. I don’t get a weekend vibe being off these days.
Ah but not so bad, despite my plans to do this that and the other being overtaken by lethargy. I never understood how you’d ask people what they were doing over the weekend and they’d say, sleeping in. Sleeping in!!!??? Are you kidding? What a waste of time. Actually I hate sleeping and I hate eating. Today my body paid me back for all that hysterical running around like a chicken without a head I did the previous week. I fought down to the minute though. At 12 noon when the sluggishness hit, I brought a book and my eyeglasses with me to bed. But nope, my brain wouldn’t allow it. So I went to sleep and had some lame ass dream I can’t remember now. All I know is that it was lame, I remember that.
I got up and started reading blogs and reminisced about the time before blogging and Face book last March when my computer time was spent simply checking aol, playing chess with the computer, editing one of my stories, and listening to Pandora. Today I discovered ‘online’ that a guy I liked is bisexual. Some of you may know I LOVE men like that – but screw him and his new relationship – it’s with a girl by the way – and I hear she’s ugly and she stinks – nah just jivin’. I wish them the best of luck really I do – hehehe. I also discovered a video by Justin Timberlake and Andy Samberg called Mother Lover – now where the hell was I when this came out? Stupendous!
I hope I can be as accepting tomorrow of my day as I was with my day today, however imperfect it was, and I wish the same for all of you. As Ice Cube says, I gotta say it was good day.