Gothing away

Good afternoon blog. I feel well. Slept loads, almost till half ten, woke up and guess what... the sun's shining again. Not just weather-wise, but also life-wise. I got to look at the mirror, it's a new hairstyle again... thank you Nigel. Nigel; he's the one with the flair for dressing hair up and down, his scissors seem magical, they take ten years off you. Now I've convinced him to make me go purple, which he'll do next week. The guy is good, he would be payed thousands if he were working abroad. For him hair is art and art is hair. And him being a sweetheart helps too. You just get the feeling of wanting to hug him. Especially after all is said and done and you look into the mirror. He must have taken about one foot off my hair, and it still looks good, even better. He's the only one I can trust without the fear of him going scissor-happy. And it's the only time I didn't cry when I saw that much hair on the floor. I needed a change from being Rapunzel, and hair will grow back anyway. only 6 days to go and it'll be purple... and mum will go into shock but it can't be helped.

This is proving to be a good summer. My only concern is how the hell am I supposed to get up at 7 am come October? I need to fix alarm systems here, not theft ones, but wake up ones. Otherwise I'm going to be done for. And I've discovered a love for goth. It's a bit late for that one might say, but I'm just loving purple and black and it can't be helped. Of course red still goes strong but purple is running close.

Anyway better quit saying all these silly things which to someone who has found a rebirth make a lot of sense but maybe not to everyone else. I'm happy, goth included.