Long as I can grow it my hair.

This post is about my hair and not the musical.

Today I was awakened early with a job. As much as I like the money, I hate being woken up from a dead sleep for an emergency call. So I figured, since I am in town so early, I might as well go see if I can get my hair cut (I am getting shaggy and Mr. Preslan my hair dresser has become impossile to find). So I went to this walk in place at 8:30 to see if they could cut my hair right then and there and low and behold, their earliest opening was at noon.

So now I will have to wait yet another hour or two with this shaggy head of mine. Those of you who do not know me need to know that I keep my head pretty much shaved down to the bone. So after 3 months of Mr. James Preslan's moving and taking forever off work to get their new house ready to move into, I have gotten to the point where my hair is touching my ears and you can actually tell that I have wavy hair.

The problem with going in to see a hair dresser that is new is that #1: this is a straight chick so I can't tell her to just cut my hair like Emmett's in season 4 of QAF and #2: I have no idea if she is any good with short hair styles. This place looks like a place straight women go to get their hair done. So I am not so sure she cuts many men's heads. Trust me, when I am through with a hair cut, you know I am TG, my hair cuts don't even look like a dyke's hair cut let alone a straight chick. I look like a guy when they are done with me.

Were it not for these useless annoying tits on my chest, you would never know I wasn't a biological guy. Well, except for the fact that I have a fairly pretty face. I suppose if I began testosterone therapy that my features might harden a bit (and of course there would be that facial hair,not to mention I would go bald like my brothers, which is why I will never do T, I am too vain to lose my hair).

Oh yeah, and the plactic surgery I want done? I want these tits removed and all the sag from years of being in a female body lipoed and then all the lose skin removed (trust me, there is a lot of lose skin involved here. That's not too much to ask for. It's not like I want a face life. In fact, I rather like these lines on my face, I earned everyone of these wrinkles, so I am keeping them. There's nothing on my face that needs fixing.

I am not hard on the eyes, I have Dad's little ears and nose and Dad is a pretty good looking guy actually. If you took Guy Williams (as Zorro), Cary Grant and Clark Gable (minus the big ears) and rolled them in to one, you would have my Dad in his youth. I also have his high cheekbones, so that's a plus too. I even inherited his dimples and long dark eyelashes.

I just need to lose the tits and life will be good. Luckily for me, the tits have caused a great deal of damage to my back so it will be no problem at all getting a doctor's referral to get them cut off.

So that's life here on the farm today.  Still don't have my computer back. Seems that this virus worm thingy won't let Dave back up the files I don't want to lose. If he can't fix it then I will have to go in there myself and email a lot of the important things to myself so that I can reload them once the machine is virus free and home again.

Btw Dear Little Virus/Worm Creators out there, I realise that a goodly (perhaps disproportionate is a better word for it) amount of you are little teenage assholes just getting your anger about life in general out of you by creating these things, but stop for one moment and consider that you aren't just fucking with big businesses (I hate them too btw). This shit hits little guys just like me. What little guys just like me keep on their computers are priceless things that cannot be replaced, like pictures and art work and poetry. We also don't back things up, unlike big businesses who do back things up. Just think for a moment what that would feel like to you to lose those things. Or maybe you just haven't grown up enough to understand how something could be a priceless thing to another person, nor respect that.  I guess what pisses me off is that 15 years from now you won't be angry any more but you will have still done the damage anyway and have to live with that thought for the rest of your life. Oh fucking well. Too bad you say. Whatever. Bad karma is bad karma, just remember that.