deaconkole

Manko made my day.

First off, I got a stupid haircut today. I'll be the first to admit I've never really had a good haircut. It's like my curse. My response is to just grow the shit out shaggy and look like the unkempt jackass I am. This time, I got my haircut because I am going to be filmed doing a little cross-promo thing for my comic shop and the popular local theater the day after tomorrow. Great. Now everyone in town will see how stupid my haircut is.

Yeah, when it comes to how I look, I'm a prepubescent girl. Which is really funny when you consider I have the most regular guy sense of fashion ever. Jeans, t-shirt, shoes, little to no adornments. I still consider myself a fashion plate. At least I know what looks good, even if I don't wear it.

So, with my usual abundance of self-confidence (bordering on egomania) clipped off and swept from the floor, I go home. I'm seriously considering shaving my head. Then I pop onto my favorite website for a pick me up. I check my little home area and look for friends blog updates (as an aside, I really like the new beta layout). I see Manko has posted, and I check her journal. She says she's cleaned out a bunch of people from it. Already in a self-defeated mood, I check to see my name and pic wiped from her friend's list.

But it is there. Sweet and holy fuck, I made the cut. How? I haven't posted for shit, I never gush like a fanboy (which may be a much more likable trait, now that I think about it)...I just couldn't figure it out. Then I did a complete turn around in my head. If the Queen of Glamour and Fashion considers me a friend on any kind of level, then fucked haircut or not, I'm the fucking Duke of Texas, I'm A-Number One.

I tell ya, I'm just not me when I'm not completely full of myself. Thank you, Manko.