Okay: My hair length was once in the middle of my back, then last year I’ve cut up to between my shoulder blade, and now I have my chin-length bob cut, like the girl from the singing trio called ‘Swing Out Sister’. I’ve decided last minute since yesterday to have my new hairdo, due to in part of lots of shedding falling to the floor in the upstairs vanity/washroom and bathroom areas. (I think the reverse, Japanese perm ruined my hair all the way to the roots). We arrived at ‘High Life Beauty Salon’ at 01:30PM today. But the two hairstylists had other customers (three guys) ahead of us. But we waited our turn patiently. ‘Maw’ got ‘Julie’ and I got ‘Kim’, both of who are Vietnamese. We were finished at 02:15PM and paid $31.00 in cash — ‘Maw’ for $12.00 and ‘Flynn’ for $19.00.
There is no doubt in my mind that this now strongly layered cut — shortest in the back with the length falling forward to cover my wide-set face of squirrel-like cheekiness and to give me a more ‘modern’ effect, in which drama is played up with a dark red to maroon-colored lipstick, where I would extend the outline of the lip color beyond the original small lips of mine and give a poutier look. The makeup does help to even out my pink to reddish cheeks and light, yellow to brownish freckles as well as give some ‘beige’ tone to my pale face (from lack of sunlight exposure of staying indoors).
After seven years of waiting for nothing by the fat one and company (‘their’ current administration per my suggestion to his installation-thank you), I have given up the look of the long-haired, tough cookie ‘hippy’ look for Lent. The upcoming Lent (for most Christians) is the seventh Wednesday prior to Easter, by the way. The date of Lent starts on Wednesday, February 6, 2008 (Ash Wednesday) and ends until Easter Sunday on March 23, 2008.
Lent for the year of 2008 means my giving up any hopes of justice for the voiceless, any happiness in a world full of selfish morons and pretty much a life-long struggle of skyrocketing debt — an ’emo’-queen sitting on top of this dung heap by ‘God’s retribution to me for being an idiot in love with myself — a big-headed ego backed by nothing but worthless credit, a chattel paper — and for being a greedy princess piglet, spoiled beyond recognition by the love and light of her faithful and devoted parental unit.
A new hair cut is a symbolic freedom for all the baggage of the past — a release from material attachment of a world created by the laziness to improve my potential to become better in spirit. Perhaps, this is also a sign that another job is due to keep the illusion of business and temporarily until some self-fulfilling condition happens to manifest in some way, shape or form, which could be meeting my better, if not, other half for once in this current lifetime.
All my long, black hair has fallen to the ground of the hair salon and has since been swept up by the hairstylist and into the garbage, awaiting its fate into the local landfill (or incinerator for the merciful ones) and the mingling of my DNA with the soils of Mother Earth to become good fertilizer for generations to come. I feel lighter by, say, one pound and cute as a button like a China doll, who is enough to hug by other cute people.
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