i am sitting here contemplating a new hairstyle. my friend doesn't want me to go red for the summer. what he doesn't know is that
i'm still going to do it. my hair is an expression of me and right about now, i feel like
i'm on fire. so why not have my hair fiery red? he'll like it once he sees it. it'll be better than the dang near blond i normally rock (naturally) in the summer. i really want to cut it again, but
i'm also considering
locs.
goldie would love that. she's been dying to get her hands on my hair. i wonder how that would look. my sister now wants to get
senegalese twists. i like the way she thinks they are new. didn't want to burst her bubble and tell her they're not. she may look great with them. enough about hair.
i want to hurry up and go to the bahamas before goldie loses the desire to go. she is strange like that, but i heart her anyway. my sister asked me why i won't take a guy with me. uh no!!! it's not a honeymoon. i may get pissed and they turn up missing. and right now, i don't think i like anyone enough to be around them like that. i've come to discover my love for being single. this shit is the bombdotcom. why am i just now experiencing it in my damn thirties? oh. i remember. that wicked little thing called commitment. oh well. i'm done with it now. i'm not trying to be "un"single anytime soon.
my wrist is acting funny again and that is really not going to work for me. i had shit planned that requires heavy use of my hand.
i'm going to take up belly dancing. i think that is just awesome. once i get that down, i'm going to take a burlesque class as well. burlesque just reminds me so much of show choir. YES!! i was in show choir. dammit, i do smile. and i'm not really mean *snickering*
enough about me rambling. i really wanted to write about something else, but i can't remember what. i'll just come back when i do. in the meantime between time...lata gata!!!
