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I waited on showing the haircut.

This is because I was silly enough to go to a new hair dresser - who killed my head and made me look like a 35 year old Oprah fan.

Thanks god, I saw Alexis on Friday and she was able to save me. Although there are a few places where my hair is fucked up - but has to grow before it's fixable.

I'm still happy.

Even if I feel cheesie about taking my photo in the mirror.

My doctor tried to tell me yesterday, that my Love and so, definately myself as well - have chlamydia.

Which is absurd.

And tried to suggest that Dima had cheated on me, as an explanation for where it came from. Jesus.

We'll see him again on Monday. I feel bad for my poor misdiagnosed Love. He's on medication that isn't helping him at all, and is feeling very unpleaseant.

And if you're wondering why Dima accepted the Chlamydia diagnosis, it's because he's a Russian immigrant - and didn't realize the guy was talking about an STD and not a regular infection.

We did find a few things to help him though. (I think he has male yeast - which can happen, if you don't know. Although the doctor seemed to think that's impossible. gRR clearly not, especially since yeast remedies helped him sleep last night.)

Today is nice.

Thanks for the hellos - and book recomendations. Does anyone check back for replies in the comments? I wanted to reply here, but I was worried nobody would see them.