woke up to a fly or something of the like stuck in my hair. that was a first to catch one while i'm not actually moving, but just to ensure i disgust some of you, I catch winged bugs about once a week in my hair when i am on my bike or even walking. the first time i recall it happening, i was walking home listening to my headphones and heard this rather loud repeating beating sound, and thought it was my tape player acting up. so i turned that off, and still heard this beating noise, and thought, 'oh cool, another pair of headphones bite the dust' and took those off but the sound was still there. Then I thought it was emanating from the house i was walking past, but realized the sound was just as loud as i kept walking, and had a freakout moment where i said 'ok now is the time where my brain or ears are bad and i have some fatal disease?' ...then i realized the sound may have resembled the sound of a dragonfly moving its wings.so then i in a panic wipe this bug out of my hair. i never saw it. i never do, i wipe them out and they are gone (hopefully). i can't find any bug guts in my hair later. i'm not such a good vegetarian, since i have hair that eats bugs, but i'm just trying to give the spiders a rest from all that bugcatching. my hair is a spiderweb in essence.
and kayla cut one of my dreads in half yesterday. once you cut one open, it is kinda like Body Worlds. everytime i make someone cut one of my dreads in half, they make an uncomfortable noise while they are doing it, and i say 'what does it look like?' and they can never
describe it, say i have to see it, but i cannot see the back of my head. and i say 'what color is it?' and they cannot describe that either. a color that has never been seen before so therefore has no name? how lovecraftian of my disgusting hair. i realized i have had the same bottles of aveda shampoo and conditioner since october 2007. what the fuck is my problem?: i have a condition where i experience the passage of time at a much faster rate than you. i have learned to compensate for this condition by talking infinitely slower so you can hear me, but a 33 day period for you feels
like 3 days to me. this accounts for not having anything to show for this life and having a blank persona. if experience precedes essence, i am still awaiting that experience. my to do list is half of a notebook long. therefore it only crosses my mind to wash my hair once every ten days, and i have the ability to stay at a job for 3 years (wait, it is more than 3.5 since i thought of it) with the intention of trying all the 30 darjeelings there in this time, and maybe having half (1000 days of darjeeling and puerh neglect). and i will stop and think of how i have been listening to the same 3 records in my tape player for a year now. what is this: 1.5% of my life listening to the same music assuming i actually live to be 75.
This is Joanie (1petal
) at my favorite restaurant Little T's.