2004-12-12 - 9:55 a.m.
I know, I know, it's been ages since I posted. Too fucking bad. I've been really busy drowning my sorrows and trying to put my life back together. Too many changes need to be made, and I can't even see where to start.
So I started last night by drinking way too many Jack&cokes and chopping nine inches off my hair. Why not?
Hair is the repository of one's past...I can handily blot out the present and lack of a future with alcohol, but I'm tired of carrying around so much of my past...memories, scars, crushed hopes......hair?Sure.
I feel really lost and alone right now...anyone want to come over, keep me company, and trim this half-assed haircut for me? I've got booze...
I should use all this severed hair to make Gwyndyn voodoo dolls to sell to my exes. I can think of only two of them who'd be interested, but maybe I could make a profit from my idiocies. A cottage industry with a lot of potential...Turn my fuckups into cash. Sigh...I'd find a way to fuck that up somehow.
"...&why not, buy a goddamned big car,
and drive,
drive,he said,&
for christ sake,look
where you're going."
--R. Creeley
