supercrisis

It snowed last night and now outside is all beautiful and white and pretty and peaceful. And shitty. I was going to walk to the barbershop and get my hair all snipped off but now I can't. Because I choose to not believe that snow exists today. If I see it, I could have some sort of mental breakdown. Blinds closed.

Also, it occurs to me that I have two movies on DVD that I've never seen. One that I've owned for over a year and have been dying to see. I bought it the day it came out on DVD and still haven't watched it. How sad.

More as the day goes on.

Updated:
For some reason the things I find highly hilarious include cussing (George Carlin style), random screaming and personal injury.

I hope I have time to get a haircut tomorrow, as I'm reaching a point of shag that is just too much for me. If it didn't look ridiculous on me, I'd probably just bic my skull every morning.



Because it's so dry in Calgary, I hate the way my skin feels right after I shower, so I usually do so just before going to bed, that way I don't have to work while I feeling all dry and nasty. While taking my shower tonight I somehow missed shaving half my face, because I don't have a mirror in the shower. So weird. Shoulda left it that way.