Goin out with the girls tonight.

Awwwe Yeeeah.

What to do when politics comes up @ the wrong place @ the wrong time.

So I'm sittin' there, mindin' my own business when all of a sudden I hear "95 dead in car bomb attack." I let out a deep sigh and say a little prayer in my head [I'm Catholic]. The person who says it then goes on to express her disgust for the Bush Administration, all Republicans, basically anyone who doesn't vote for the Dems. It doesn't bother me, at all. In fact, in some aspects I agree with some of her points but girlfriend, take a chill pill.

She starts ranting about the Iraq War, spouting propagandus facts. I'm sitting there a little dumbfounded as to how she could just spout nonsense. She starts to become belligerant, making everyone uncomfortable by saying, "I'll kill anyone who votes for Bush."

I decide to basically comment on some of the propaganda, it wasn't the right place or time to have the conversation with her but my level of tolerancy was reaching it's boiling point. My sentence begins with, "Actually..."

She looks at me as if I've just mooned her. I smirk. Before she can say anything I say, "I'm not a Republican."

What was her response?

"Ye-Ye-Yes you are."

I say,

"How so? I'm sorry but, if you are going to relay News to me, meet me in the middle. What annoys me is when people don't have their facts straight. Normally, I would just sit here and zone you out but it's kind of hard when you impose hostile tactics to get your point across, plus, you're wrong, and I wanted to prove you wrong.
If you're knowledge went beyond CNN.COM, you'd realize this."

She hardly speaks to me now. Oh well.

No, your eyes have not decieved you. My blog has changed. My mediocre web skills are starting to pay off. Hey, at least I knew what HTML skills meant [inside joke].

It's been a weird week at the office. Seems everyone was at each other's throat. It's alright. It's the weekend and next week I'll be in Chicago for the 4th of July weekend.

Moving on.

Had dinner with Christina, Elzilla's sister, ate at Anna's, Eleanor tricked me. That's all I have to say about that.

Saturday I will be helping Sean at a Children's Fair to help promote his business. Sunday, Kay and John have invited us to go sailing. I'm very excited.

I'm also very tired. It took me a couple of hours to get this far, setting up this new template. There's a couple errors but I can live with it.

I'll see ya around.

I am sitting here at my desk, just sitting here. I have no motivation at all. I can't seem to get my engine going.

I am working on something but I seem to be taking one too many mental health breaks.

Like right now for instance, I'm going to walk over to the coffee pot and grab more coffee.

Having a stressful day at work, with no signs of hope on the horizon, I decided to treat myself to a day at the salon. Bad, bad, idea. I went to see Toni. My hairstylist. The stylist I had abandoned for almost two years as I have been taking scissors to my own hair to save a buck. She was very happy to see me, very disapproving at what I had done to my hair. We caught up on old times, good and bad...and then it began.
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I want to do something different.

"Well, we normally put long layers, and shape the back into a V."

I don't want that anymore. I want something different. Something...

"Short?"

I'm not sure. I kind of want to do that but I'm saving that for when I'm thirty.

"Well, let's look at some options."

[We looked at several hairstyles. But I was ready to just have her shave my head.]

I don't know what to do... I like that [points to a super short do]

"Woman, I'm a damn hairstylist, not God."

[We both laugh. Her, more so.]

"I can do that, and you most certainly will look cute"


[cute. The C word I was often called in high school. "She's pretty cute." "Who her? Yeah, she's cute."--Cute is for puppies and dogs]

"I am going to warn you right now. You probably have A LOT of courage right now, sitting in this chair, and you WILL look cute [there's that C word again] but I will only do it of you're sure."

Okay fine, not today. I just want something different. I don't know what's the word.

"Rock and rollish?"

Yeah, yeah, that's it.

[We then both agreed on a length, and a choppy very layered style and an hour later]

"OH EMMA, YOU LOOK GREAT ---YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW LONG I'VE WANTED TO DO THIS TO YOUR HAIR."

[I put my specs on and 'oh man, there before me was the reason why I waited so long - THE DAY IS JUST GETTIN' BETTER, I TELL YA. Forget hope on the horizon, the friggen sun has just set.]

I can't explain what it looks like. It's definitely short. It's definitely layered. It's definitely not me.

In the past, people have compared me to looking like Lucy Lui - Which I strongly disagree and totally get embarrassed at because I look NOTHING like her, the only resemblance we have of each other is we're both Asian...

I look like this dude from Mortal Kombat. That is what I feel I look like. HIM! Minus the cock. And manly look.

She done jacked up my hair! It's not her fault. I asked her to do something rockin' rollish and that, she did.

It's just too short. When I try to touch the the back of my hair, where hair used to lay, there's NOTHIN'. I practically have an aneurism if I try to reach any higher to feel any length of hair at all.

I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I smiled my big teethy grin and said, "Oh I enjoy it." --Was that convincing?

I tipped her and the shampooer, and paid for my rock and rollin' do.

I'll get over it. It's just hair. Seventy five dollars and a busted ego later.

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Sean's take on my new do.

"Now your head seems proportionate to your body."

The view was in sepia, it brought out every feature, every hue. We were in a forest. I could hear the water flow right by us as she whispered, "Please help me, we need to hurry before they come." She seemed agitated.

Before who comes?

I look behind us looking for who she was talking about. What had she done? No one was there but the suspense of waiting for anyone to show up stressed me. When I turned back to look at her she was covered in blood. She dipped her hands into the stream and clouded up the water. She took off her clothing and tried to wash it in the stream.

That's not gonna get all that blood out!

What'd you do?

She wouldn't answer. She just had me wash off any evidence of blood. There were articles of clothing she had me throw into the fast flowing stream. Even a pair of boots. Females boots. "I'll tell you more later but right now we need to hurry and get out of here." I looked at her fingernails which seemed as if she had been digging into the earth.

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I woke up from this dream confused and anxious. Elzilla had killed someone. Who, I don't know. It was a very disturbing dream. I am not articulate enough to tell the story straight...

Or...maybe what seemed like blood was chocolate. She likes to eat. She had eaten someone's chocolate and she was covered in it because she ate it piggishly and she was asking me to help her rid of any evidence that she had eaten this chocolate. But then why the hell would we throw some females boots into the stream?

I do remember one thing, when she kept telling me to throw the bloodied articles of clothing into the water, I kept thinking that someone wouuld eventually find them. I wanted to find a better way of ridding this evidence but she was adamant about throwing everything into this stream and I helped her.

I've been having weird dreams lately, but this dream takes the cake.