2002-03-11 || 9:39 a.m.

|| rag tag geometrique ||

i am entrenched in one of those cosmic compulsive haircutting kicks. cut cut shorter and shorter to the point of no return, to the point of very silly homemade vidal sassoon haircut. kind of lopsided. kind of. em. rag tag geometric? and sometimes i think 'wow! sassy!' and sometimes i think 'shit, jenny, you look like a damn muncheechee.' yesterday i spent two hours and at least four solid cuttin sessions, in pajamas, red hair flyin, cutting cutting snipping snipping, and at one point i snipped clean through the eyebrow. i did. vanilla ice-like, kind of. and it didn't even phase me. i was feelin all nervy and electric, jumping from one mirror to another (for other opinions), bathroom-closet-hallway-living room-refelection in the microwave. and back to snipping. because i couldn't stop. cutting at hedges cutting at some sort of crazy half circle bowlcut dealie and i keep going envisioning mary quant ads in the time-lifes in my bookcase and mod girls in movies and. it doesn't turn out quite as i'd like. i still need to work on it. it's never really done. i always find stray pieces. oh. oh dear. and i think when i get home there will be more cutting to be had (it took all my strength not to bring my lucky scissors to work with me.).

shoot.

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in other news, ahem, there is going to be a show this evening at kimo's in san francisco, at the corner of polk and pine. i really think you should go. it's o-dawgy makin a california appearance not only as casiotone for the painfully alone, but also with paul from the jim yoshii pile-up in their wee band submarine song. i think that's what they're called. it has a submarine in it. and you can't go wrong with submarines in my book. but anyway. i believe the lies are playing as well? that's what jeff says, and he knows just about everything. but. i wish i could tell you definitively when this show starts and the like. hrmmm. i am guessing nine-ish. that's when i'm going. you go, too. we smoke at the bus stop and you can laugh at my vanilla ice eyebrow (just pretend you don't notice?). c'mon.

okay. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxox

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