Why does there have to be a reason?
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constanceI got my hair cut yesterday -- I'm still growing it out, but really did need a trim, and a little reshaping -- and I haven't wanted to spend the money before now, and my mother keeps offering but I haven't wanted to spend her money either; but now that I will be getting a proper paycheck again I am feeling able to fork over money on unnecessities. And so yesterday I stared squinting in a mirror at another Camille as she reshaped me as to hair, and did a very nice job too. No more split ends, no more fuzzy halo. Still recognizably me.
She used this hair goo on me. I'm not a big fan of hair goo, for the most part; I like hair that moves, for one thing, and for another, I have a terrible habit of fiddling with my hair, and if there's so much goo in it that it stays wherever I put it, or I can't get my fingers into it, it ends up looking awful at the end of the day, as though some seven-year-old had made me a special wig made of modeling clay. But I'm getting off the point here, which is that this hair goo was different. For one thing, it was extra-light, which is my favorite sort of hair goo -- a little volumizing, but not in any other way intrusive. The main reason, though, is that it smelled like pumpkin pie, all rich and buttery and cinnamon-y, and I worked last night, and every now and then I would turn my head and this smell would drift over me, and I would think, my God, that fabulous smell, it is me. Which is a nifty feeling.
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I am in a good mood today, much less likely to assume the entire world is taking me on sufferance, so I am going to do a thing which I normally wouldn't do:
Describe me in ONE WORD...just one word!
Post in your journal and I'll do the same for you.
She used this hair goo on me. I'm not a big fan of hair goo, for the most part; I like hair that moves, for one thing, and for another, I have a terrible habit of fiddling with my hair, and if there's so much goo in it that it stays wherever I put it, or I can't get my fingers into it, it ends up looking awful at the end of the day, as though some seven-year-old had made me a special wig made of modeling clay. But I'm getting off the point here, which is that this hair goo was different. For one thing, it was extra-light, which is my favorite sort of hair goo -- a little volumizing, but not in any other way intrusive. The main reason, though, is that it smelled like pumpkin pie, all rich and buttery and cinnamon-y, and I worked last night, and every now and then I would turn my head and this smell would drift over me, and I would think, my God, that fabulous smell, it is me. Which is a nifty feeling.
:::
I am in a good mood today, much less likely to assume the entire world is taking me on sufferance, so I am going to do a thing which I normally wouldn't do:
Describe me in ONE WORD...just one word!
Post in your journal and I'll do the same for you.
One word! Heavens!
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