The day I got neutered

I hate hairdressers.




I was going to end my post there, but I thought you'd like an explanation, so here goes.
(Oh no, not again, those stupid drawings!)

I had very beautiful hair. Well, to me it was beautiful.

But I wasn't 100% pleased with it and decided to go to the hairdresser.

A few days before the session, I stopped by the hairdresser and gave her some pictures of how I wanted my hair to be:

I wanted scene-inspired hair, with colours! Short and messy on the top, long and straight under. I figured this might need some planning, and therefore handed her the pictures so she had some time to think about this and how she would pull it off.

The days went, and suddenly I was sitting in her chair. I already had a bit of hairdresser-phobia, so I assured her THREE times NOT to cut the length, even if the hair was broken! Three times.

 

"No problem at all" she said. And then she destroyed me.

She could see the horror in my eyes when I looked in the mirror, and then she assured me that she had not, in fact, cut the length at all. She had just cut it a bit shorter in the front, but it was much longer in the back, and what she had cut was needed to be cut.

Like I don't have a mirror at home. Or feelings in my fingertips. Like I'd never figured it out that she had neutered me. Well, FUCK YOU!

You see the difference, right? It went from covering my nipples to not even touch my shoulders. I cried when I got home. No kidding. I cried alot.

It's gone two and a half years now, and my hair is almost at the same length as before the.. incident.

I hate hairdressers....

Sun's adventure; Regret Pill

You are familiar with the regret pill? Also known as the morning after pill.

You know, the pill women take after unprotected, like Sheldon would say it, coitus.

Or for us common people; sexual intercourse.

Simpler?

Sex. Fuck. Shag. Bang. Riding the Devil to Hell and so forth.

My best friend Sun bought one two months ago. Remembering when she bought one several years ago she went to the desk at the pharmacy, waiting for the other customers to wonder someplace else than right up her butt and nose, but as they would never leave she had to speak her private business so they heard. Then they left. And the woman working there told Sun that those pills were out in the store, next to the painkillers. She mumbled a few unnecessary foul words about how unnecessary the whole situation was while thinking that years ago they kept those type of pills behind the desk.

Having that story in the back of our mind, we can proceed to the REAL story of today.

(I did not experience this. It is all made out of what Sun told me earlier today and I way tell you before the story begins, that my friend can be a bit.. dramatic at times.)

Yet again she had to buy one of those regret pills. And she brought her sister this time.

(You can see Sun's other hairstyles over the years HERE.)

She wandered around in the pharmacy store, looking for the pill, and then noticed a guy. A guy working at the pharmacy. A boy her age, cute one. Or as she put it: a lovely young boy my age.

I know Sun very well, and understand that this is code for "OMG if I did not have the cutest and most wonderful boyfriend ever, I'd hit that!"

So having that in mind, and having in mind what kind of men she likes I have two options on how he may have looked like... So bare with me as this might get a bit schizophrenic when I use two different guys portraying one. Actually.. thinking about it, I'll just make an alternate story further down. You SHOULD read it! ......See it.. Whatever.

Boy one looks like Axel from Kingdom Hearts, a gothic/alternative guy, has silver grey eyes with a touch of ice blue, and a voice soft as pink.

She freaked out, not wanting him to think she was a slut having coitus with guys she don't know all the time and then feed on regret pills. She was so embarrassed she struggled with the payment, and dropped her card. My God, this should've been videotaped!!!!


So to the alternate story:

As for you who do not know who Sheldon is, I pity you.

My issues with people with a mental handicap pt. 1

I have problems dealing with people with a mental handicap. I don't feel safe around unpredictable people, and I don't have the patience to listen to them. They can be cute and all that, but Just for like five mins on the tv. Not next to me for half an hour.

That is something I have problems dealing with. Something I just CAN'T deal with is old men with a minor mental handicap/social issues and a hard on. Really. Disgusting.

Just the other day one horny bastard bugged me at the bus. I swear, if he'd touch me I'd hit him so hard his mental handicap would be cured. So I drew the scene. Note that the man was not as cute as my drawing. He had messy beard, drool all over (or just a bit on the corner of the mouth, same shit) and just looked really, really...not good. But all the people I draw end up cute. I don't know, maybe I'm so cute I can't ever make anything not-cute.. Yea, think I'll stick with that.


So I was going home from work, sitt'n on the bus. Chillin'. Havin' my handbag on the seat next to me so nobody would sit there. . .

I came THIS close (<-->) to cry when I got home. Not kidding. I might be damaged for life.

A hairy situation

Thursday my best friend, Sun, cut her hair yet again.
Only this time not particularly shorter. She is actually trying to save this time. And now she does it with a hairdresser so that whenever she gets the urge to change, the hairdresser can change it without cutting. AND she is now getting back her naturally beautiful brown colour. Hope she'll make it. She has been through changes in hairstyle for every year we've been friends. I don't feel like posting old photos of her without her consent, so I drew it in paint:

Ever since she got short hair she's hated it and wanted it to grow out. But she's mostly got patience like a puppy. None. Therefore it has stayed short. Cut by her own hands, preferably with a kitchen scissor. But she did experiment with bangs and shades of red and shades of purple, with black hair in between, because black is easier to maintain. But now! It is brown yet again. It'll take a few more sessions before it is natural, but I think it is nice already. And she seems happy for now too, so everything good so far.

She did show a tendency to experiment with hair early though. Her hair in 2007 was not exactly supposed to look that way:

Never shall I cut my hair short. A hairdresser cut it shoulder length a couple of years ago and I cried and I cried and I cried when I got home. Never ever EVER!