Going Back To The Start

Before I left to New York. Before I turned twenty-nine. Before I fucked up my banner. Before the holidays took over and made life rosy. Before I got pulled over for forgetting to renew my registration. Before possible arrest for urinating in public. Before obliteration of a degree I didn't know was possible. Before I met him. Before he blindsided me. Before I shot up the inevitable walls that come up whenever I meet his kind. Before I said things I didn't mean in an effort to drive him away. Before it backfired on me in more ways than one. Before I apologized. Before he accepted. Before welcoming the unknown, there was a start.

One in which I lived less and wrote more and didn't neglect this blog into the obscurity it'll surely fall into if I don't turn things around quickly.

I realize I've been doing myself no favors with my lack of posting lately. And that this broken record of mine as it relates to writing has become one you'll soon throw away if it doesn't start singing a different tune.

I want to go back to that time. The one in which I thought I'd have to give this up due to lack of post material. Then I  let life in and the flood gates of madness and awkward situations opened up once again... I'll start there and move it forward steadily after that.

Promise.

Today I will talk about my hair. Tomorrow I'll explain the rest.

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I didn't intend to post about bangs and hair mishaps on Christmas Day but unfortunately this is what the blog gods have intended for the moment being so just bear with me.

So because I cut off four inches of hair between a bout of insanity and my hairdresser trying to repair the subsequent damage two months ago, I can no longer rock my samurai bun.

What is a samurai bun, you ask?

It's this:

And this in real life:

Samurai buns are my thing. They make me feel happy. Free. Ninja like, if you will. Without it I feel conflicted and inadequate on Sunday mornings and gym nights. What could I possibly do to fix this? A little voice in my hear whispered, Weave shop. I figured all I had to do was grab this "ponytail" of hair that looked like this:

And pin it to my top ponytail whenever I wanted a bun and then wrap it around, pin it in place and voila! Fake samurai bun.

After spending $30.00 on "espresso human hair," I got home to try it out but was baffled by the contents once out of the bag:

What the fuck am I supposed to do with all this? Looks more like a hair scarf than a ponytail. Bruno certainly thinks so.

Merry Christmas and a Happy Hanukkah. Or something like that.