And shit.
Despite having a cold, I decided to wash the dreads.
I hate hair dryers. So I have wet dreads. And will for the rest of the afternoon, most likely.
Not sure if I should use the opportunity to perfect my Wet Dread-Fu, a savage fighting technique which involves blinding your opponent with an unexpected deluge, then slapping him or her upside the head with, essentially, a damp, heavy mop. Works better with cowrie shells in the hair, but I only had the one, and it finally worked its way out ages ago. . .
Yes, this is taught at the Tendo Dojo, as part of the Saotome School of Indiscriminate Grappling, in case you were wondering.
Also tempted to take the Personality Disorder Test linked over at The GhettoFabuous Jessica's place, but prefer for my disorders to remain a matter of speculation.
For similar reasons, I'm going to take TranceJen of the Redwoods' advice and not sign up with Nerve.com.
No point, really, as I'm already doing a perfectly good job of ignoring Orkut and Friendster, and possibly LiveJournal.
Do people use LiveJournal for finding dates? This somehow strikes me as a Very Bad Idea Indeed.
Yes, I'm rambling pointlessly. Cold. Also, wet dreads. It's possible the moisture and several extra pounds on top of my head are doing bad shit to my brain.
Update: Yeah, yeah, whatever.
Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN (who, by the way, are dead)Now I am alone.
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Is it not monstrous that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
Could force his soul so to his own conceit
That from her working all his visage wann'd,
Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect,
A broken voice, and his whole function suiting
With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing!
-- Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2, if you were wondering.
"Do people use LiveJournal for finding dates? This somehow strikes me as a Very Bad Idea Indeed."
Yes, yes they do.
And yes, yes it is. *shudder*
On the other hand, I've met several very good friends in Madtown that way...
Liz, ah. I'll try to not do that, then. Unless, you know, people really want to read entries here about my disastrous dates.
That's wasn't a suggestion, by the way.
Dread-fu. Swack. Splat. (White geezer lady giggling).
Thanks for the giggle. I hope you are feeling better.
Having once nearly blinded myself when a cowrie shell I had sewn into my dreads slapped up against my eyeball, I took all the cool hair decorations out. They did come in handy as self defense, though. And for clearing a reasonable space around myself on a dance floor. Not sure what I'll do now that I have neither dreads nor cowrie shells. Big stick, maybe.
liz, no worries. And I think I managed to get rid of the previous cold, and have moved on to another one because Chicago weather is being. . . Chicago-y.
Nalo, luckily I just had the one shell in the back, so the worst I ever had to deal with was interesting patterns from sleeping on the thing. Think I'll avoid the ones in front now. Ouch.
You could develop freak magnetism as a self-protection mechanism. On the plus side, you're always surrounded by a defensive wall sort of thing.
On the negative side, you're surrounded by freaks, which might be the people you're looking to get away from. Um, I'll get back to you on that. . .