katie (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} heyokish) wrote,@ 2009-03-22 18:28:00 |
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girly hair shit & getting things done
For those who are curious, about the great mop-growing experiment...I've gone from my last bob in 2005 to waist length, with one hefty trim about 18 months ago. Still no split ends, but damn, there's a lot of wispy silver coming in.
I am officially Wiped Out. An fairly successful all day session in the darkroom, and, er, yeah, I have a bad habit of listening to music very loudly and dancing around in there--hell, no one can see me--while waiting for things to shimmy up in their chemical baths, and then three hours sitting on a hard chair to watch a play--which was huge fun--and oi, am I ever creaky. So, obviously, I went swimming, and swam my wobbly little legs off. I shall not move from the sofa for a while, except to look pathetic, and yet somehow awesome as I have earned my creakiness.
I think I need brandy. And cake.
Mymble has spent all afternoon as a kitty-wrap, with just her face sticking out from a rolled up duvet. She may have the right idea about how to spend a sunday.
waterlog: two thousand metres today, so that's 7 down and 28k more to get back from Calais to Dover. No music today, and man, that swim seemed to go on forever.
For those who are curious, about the great mop-growing experiment...I've gone from my last bob in 2005 to waist length, with one hefty trim about 18 months ago. Still no split ends, but damn, there's a lot of wispy silver coming in.
I am officially Wiped Out. An fairly successful all day session in the darkroom, and, er, yeah, I have a bad habit of listening to music very loudly and dancing around in there--hell, no one can see me--while waiting for things to shimmy up in their chemical baths, and then three hours sitting on a hard chair to watch a play--which was huge fun--and oi, am I ever creaky. So, obviously, I went swimming, and swam my wobbly little legs off. I shall not move from the sofa for a while, except to look pathetic, and yet somehow awesome as I have earned my creakiness.
I think I need brandy. And cake.
Mymble has spent all afternoon as a kitty-wrap, with just her face sticking out from a rolled up duvet. She may have the right idea about how to spend a sunday.
waterlog: two thousand metres today, so that's 7 down and 28k more to get back from Calais to Dover. No music today, and man, that swim seemed to go on forever.
