Dec 30 2008
6 REASONS WHY, OR, HOW NOT TO HAVE APOCALYPTO ON YOUR HEAD.
A doctor tagged me…a doctor! (I don’t know why I’m always so surprised that smart people are even speaking to me…without an appointment!)
1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.
5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
(I may or may not actually follow the rules, you know.)
1. I am not grossed out by dead people. Just feet. And, yeah, dead feet are extra gross…but not animal feet. OK, maybe chicken feet, especially dim sum chicken feet (crunchy!) Er, I’m sure they’re very delicious, just…no.
2. I used to have an eating disorder, but now I’m just a food obsessive.
3. I can no longer really stay awake through a whole movie. It’s embarrassing.
4. Have been unemployed, save for a week or so temping, for almost a year. Also embarrassing. So is the fact that I can’t really spell “embarrassing” as it always looks wrong. Maybe this is why I went back to school.
5. I know a famous groupie, but am not one. If I could have been one, I cannot say for which groups as my musical taste is also embarrassing (late 80’s - bad hair, which I still secretly think looks good on men).
6. I have not had a haircut in almost as long as I’ve been unemployed, which may have something to do with my being unemployed. So today I was looking into a new stylist, as the only person who could ever really cut my hair no longer cuts hair. Unfortunately, she had posted a picture on her salon’s website. She has a bowl cut, people. A BOWL CUT. (She also claims that she recently saw APOCALYPTO, which made her fascinated with “Mayan” hair cuts - wha?! I didn’t know Mayans HAD haircuts.) I cannot possibly get a haircut from this person…I know stylists are eccentric, but my mom forcibly bowl-cutted me back in the late 70’s/early 80’s and I’m still getting over it (and the forcible poodle-perm/mullet combo). I refuse to believe that the stylist’s freaky ‘do will not somehow end up on your head. You know they want to.
Damn you, Dorothy Hamill…! I’m going back to my regular girl, with the variations on pink and black skunky extensions, as this seems a safer bet.
I tag uh…anyone who wants to be tagged (because I am a wuss).
