well now, I’m in a quandry to post here or wait for tomorrow’s MMP. After all, right now it’s MA here, and waiting for the MMP tomorrow means waiting for a TMP, cos I’m on the other side of the goshdarned world! (Datelines and all that jazz). Or something…
Anyways, I’m going to be disconcerting and be manly AND girly at the same time by talking about hair and… hair! My hair is long, black, sleek, and kinda um… dirty, cos I should have washed it this morning but woke up late cos Dangerkid woke up at 4am and wanted snuggles, then wanted to sleep with mum and dad, but insisted on sleeping sideways in bed, which means feet on dad’s head and not much sleep for dad yawn.
And yes, curly. So curly that I can plait it into a nice queue and it doesn’t come undone (which was mui disconcerting for the ladies in the office that time I lost my hairband, cos they all tend towards very uncurly, very unplaitable hair and NEED their hair bands). When I don’t plait it, I get Shirley Temple ringlets, or sausage curls, and if Ramona was in my class here at schoo- er… work, she’d pull my ringlets and say ‘boing!’.
And yes, I’m a guy, with a hairy-chest and big stompin’boots for sssssquishing things that wriggle in the pantry! (that’s for Ex). But I’m not a muscly guy, cos I’m an artsy fartsy guy, hence the sleek black hair (with ringlets) (which are natural mind, cos I don’t care enough about my hair to do anything other than wash, gel and comb it down. Haven’t cut it in oooooh, eight years now).
And damn! I just went for lunch, but the dept store doesn’t have my toys yet! The one in town has them, but not here at Katong! Dammit!
maybe I should’ve waited for tomorrow to join this, a la Johnny-come-better-late-than-never!