EMO

Seems like everyones feeling emo these days. Just look around you, miserable people everywhere.

Even the reflection in the mirror thinks you're emo.

Get over it already.

I miss motorcycles.

ITS BEEN 3 YRS, 6MTHS, 4DAYS, 20MINS, and 14SECs since....
okay I exaggerated the mths,days,mins and secs....
but its been at least 3years since I've last rode a motorcycle.
I miss it.
One day I will ride again, with my hair in the wind on the open road untravelled.

Its Been Awhile

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Originally uploaded by Jesse Di'Mante

I know why its because i've been working 50+hrs a week.
That's why.

Hair today, Gone tomorrow

Goodbye and good riddance to my long hair. With the heat and humidity all summer long in Toronto, it has prompted me to go short for what's left of the summer.

The love that women have for their long hair never really effected me in ways that would cause me emotional distress if it were being detached from my physical being. The only time I have ever cried was related to a really bad haircut in my early 20s. The hairdresser gave me a cut that was better suited to a 50yr old (no offense 50yr old women).
It wasn't a cute pixie cut a la Meg Ryan like I had imagined at all. Instead I felt like he had aged me! I left in tears and still had to pay him for it!

Nowadays I only frequent salons when they have availability. I am not loyal to any one particular hairdresser. I like to sample what the buffet has to offer.

Today I'm @ Toni&Guy, let's see how this plays out! Wish me luck!

OUCHY OUCH OUCHO

If there's one thing in the world that I hate a lot it's paper cuts. Okay there's two things I hate a lot.(Carpets on stairs, another post for later).

Anyhow, I think if i were a psychotic serial killing torturer maniac I'd like to inflict pain on my subjects with paper cuts. I can't think of anything more torturous than being tied up in a chair, eyes forced open with toothpicks, while being subjected to watching a rather largish man whose belly rivals that of a very pregnant woman, dancing around in a pink tutu, with clown face makeup while little organ grinding monkeys dance around him in the background.

Then being the evil serial killer I am, I would inflict little papercuts on my subjects, and in each of those cuts, using a wee syringe, drop acid into each little cut while a child laughs evil like in the foreground.

WOW. I have issues..!

How I'm feeling today...like every other day

Enough said?