Greetings from the jeep in the parking lot at the barbershop! It's almost porchlike. It just comes with responsibility. Which is totally not porchlike at all. If someone drives in to this lot, I very well may have to go back inside and cut some hair. The thought of it kinda sucks, but the money is good. And I GOTTA HAVE MONEY!!! MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND!! Money means happiness!! Money means...... diddly poo poo to me. I think I'll go live in a cave. But my kids probably wouldn't like that. No electricity for the Xbox.
Looky... the barbershop has a porch of sorts.
But it's not comfy and it doesn't have an awesome cd playing that my boyfriend made for me and it's too close to the actual workplace. I would be too much in the monetary zone. Besides, no sun.
In the spring I need the sun like a little green shoot needs the sun to get going for the growing season.
another possibility is OUT BACK behind the shop. This is a nice sunny spot without so much traffic noise, but again without the wonderful cd and in close proximity to the monetary zone. However, it does provide better bird watching and listening, so it is not without merit.
Here I sit.
I am thinking it's about to time to bleach my hair again. I really like it like that. I wonder if I'm gonna make it all fall out. Hmm. That is not the look I'm going for. I don't wanna worry about thinning hair. Why worry? Worrying is a waste of time. Why change my look? Because that's my favorite look.
Why don't we move on to a new topic.
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