As Ice Cube says, I gotta say it was good day

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.

I wanted to cut her hair.

She was in the chair in front of mine.  Her hair was colored badly, overgrown, uneven past her shoulders.  I wanted to cut her hair.  I wanted to give her a bath and put her to bed.  I wanted to kiss her all over, maybe sing something to her, even though I don’t like to sing.  Just something.  To soothe her.  She could be well off by herself; but she’s sanguine, hopeful as a child about tomorrow.  That day would bring someone along for sure.  Me.  She was strong and assertive but equally vulnerable – like that dog with all the different colors and no collar who belonged to no one – its hair was unruly, dull in spots.  For a while he had managed to survive on scraps and bowls of food put out by neighborhood animal lovers — I could take care of her — introduce her to a different way, calm her.