Black Hair, ice cream, and queerboys

Last night included very satisfactory forays into ice cream, the lives of Queer Assed folk and the gentle art of dutch/french crowns!

Explaining the latter, much as I complain about the poofy mess atop my head, I have to admit that its curly brillopadness is fun to play with every so often. Those of you who have actually seen me lately know that I've taken a hiatus from the yarn for a while, as the last time I took it out at the end of March I noticed that the end breakage was fairly out of control. My hair is incredibly thick, but the actual hairs are ridiculously fine and if you look at them funny they break. I think the whole reason why I have any hair left at all is because it's so damn thick - safety in numbers, I guess. :)

Anyway, dealing with it over the past few months has been... challenging. The great thing about putting it into yarn twists was the wondrous lack of actually needing to worry about making it look presentable every morning. This is definitely a big deal for me, considering I tend to wake up looking like Don King, Albert Einstein and Weird Al Yankovic's love child. So I've started experimenting with it and decided to take up the task of teaching myself to french crown, which I abandoned in frustration in high school. (a french crown is just a french braid that goes around your head instead of straight down the middle - the result, once you tuck in the end, is a braided "crown") It's going a lot better now than it was then, inexplicably. i had longer hair then, you would think it would be easier now. Anyway currently I've got this cornroe/half crown thing now which gets my hair out of the usual poof that serves as a ponytail on me, keeps it off my neck and out of my way, and looks kinda neat too.

darkling_dreams and beatgoddess, after doing some shopping downtown, came home armed with Chinese food (I had myself some miso soup) and we sat down and blew through DVD 2 of QAF season 2. As the series progresses, I swear my crush on Peter Page (Emmett) gets bigger. "At last I know someone who owns their own store! Now I can get discounts in... things I have absolutely no interest in. Why couldn't you have had a passion for CASHMERE??" (Emmett on Michael opening a comic book store.)

Halfway through the Ogling of the Disco Dance Boys (who all sashay around, cock their hips and say "girlfriend, we're the stars of this show!") we wandered to Sop and Shop (the T was out on their sign) for desserty goodness. Considering my problems of earlier, the Brigham's cookies and creme was probably not the best idea, especially when compounded with Entennmens milk chocolate chip cookies. But my god, were they tasty. Paying for it this morning though. Of course.

Had some very quality time with the girl before sleepytime... *purr* and now I'm up bright and early, but considering it's 100% humidity out there and breathing air is much like breathing pea soup (the universe owes me a thunderstorm, damn it) I don't know how much I'll actually accomplish. We'll see.

hmmm

Have you ever had something really heavy sitting on your soul for weeks and weeks, and then one day you just decide to sit down and pour all of it out onto what passes for paper around here?

I just spent the last couple of hours doing that, and now I feel like I need to crawl back into bed, that's how drained I am right now. But there were things that needed to be said, things that needed to be exorcised from where they've been constantly spinning around in my head. There's a good chance that the person to whom they are addressed is never going to log in and receive the message I posted, but somehow it doesn't matter - they're out of me and captured on "paper" and now I can leave them behind with a somewhat lighter heart.

yes. More sleep would be quite excellent now...