i just shaved my legs. it had been six months, my longest relationship. hair holds emotional baggage and i'm feeling exhausted. my legs feel weird. but so fresh and so clean. hair cut to follow. it's been two.5 years since i've last had a trim, much less a cut. i thought about just shaving my head, but that's so second wave. tomorrow after work maybe? there's a boi in weho i'd like to visit--justin teal. i hope he's gentle; they usually are.
the museum of natural history hosted a rockin first friday finale last night. for the student rate of $6.50 (you can't even get a drink in this town for that cheap)indieheads from the greater usc region trecked to hear the stringings of the annuals and the mountain goats. while it wasn't really my type of musique, the museum vibe was genius. reconstructed dinasour bones and model bison provided fabulous accoustics, while robotic ankylosaurs strutted and mingled with the crowd. there was even a p.diddy inspired booze room of white&black decor. who knew the museum was so rico suave?
this, of course, came at the price of missing the dyke march. which i'll probably never forgive myself for. we feminists love marches. '
listening to dance dance dance by lykke li
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