2004-12-08
Work, damn work!Ok I�ve had a succession of meetings and have been an active participant of these meetings. Normally they frustrate me and my mind starts wondering and well it usually leads to little sexual fantasises that occupy me for the remaining time in these pointless meetings.
I had been in this particular meeting for quite some time and it was a very cold room, the air conditioning was working overtime I had been putting in my two cents worth but after about 1 and half hours I felt that we had covered the ground we were going to and the rest was becoming circular so I had blotted out into my never ending fantasyland.
The air con had made my nipples almost breakable with the cold and so was Joy (pet name for the goddess) suffering from the cold room. So of course I was thinking about ways to heat both areas of the body. It was a pleasant daydream and the discussion was going on around me. I don�t remember what was being talked about and I don�t remember why I was suddenly searching for a name that someone might type into a search engine in relation to a bloody Thesaurus but the words that I said out loud were �Big Guy or Big Fella�, god help me it had slipped out before I knew what the hell I was saying. I tired to pretend it was a normal kind of name but was dying within. Then the guy that I spoke about in my last entry said��god where on earth did that come from?� I tell you I had do a serious amount of acting to get out of that without having to share what I was daydreaming about�rolls eyes.
My Hair
On Friday night last week I finally went back to my old hairdresser. I�ve been going to Robert for over 15 years. He�s a great cutter and knows my hair. He�s the kind of hairdresser I can just say with confidence; �do whatever you think� and not worry. He�s expensive so over the last 4 years I have not set a foot into his salon because my budget has not allowed it. So that means I�ve been to a succession of really bad hairdressers and cringed at the attack they have placed on my hair. So over the last couple of years I�ve just let it grow. It was long yes it was long but looking very limp, unruly and just generally ugly.
I rang Robert and asked for an appointment, he�s had a change of lifestyle and has decided that he�s only working Monday to Friday but said he would stay back into Friday night for me. I made my way to his salon. He�s gotten into cosmetic tattooing so his salon resides with the Dr�s specialists area of Brisbane and in the 3rd floor of building. I got there after 6.00pm so the doors where locked and he came down in the lift to let me into the building. He�s working by himself now instead of a fast pased salon. He greeted me with open arms told how wonderful I looked and whisked me upstairs.
His first words to me when he let my hair out were��Ms Do why? Why? Why have you let your hair get so long?� I replied��I haven�t been able to find another Robert� A bit of discussion went on about the length it should be and I finally uttered those words�.�do whatever you want�. I spend the next couple of hours chatting laughing and watching him cut yes cut every strand of hair I have one by one. He does not use that fucking razor thing that all those other bloody hairdressers have butchered my hair with. He coloured it first of course back to that dark rich chocolate brown I love and put in some highlights. It was a great night and I told him�.�Robert I�m back for good!�
So my hair now sits just above my shoulders it does not get caught behind my back and a chair any longer. It again has some body. Thank god for Robert and Merry Christmas to me!
all text is the � of Ms Do