Also, hair cuts in my world are serious business. Which is funny if you look at my hair on a daily basis like I do, because I really have no concept of how to actually style my hair, and it randomly rearranges itself into insanely stupid styles every time a camera gets near it. Then my face teams up with my hair to make me look incredibly stupid, and you get gems like these.
Some recent:
Some older:
The stunned:
The DB is a jerk:
The "should be okay, but I don't like it":
And:
And yeah. Continue that trend.
At the same time, every now and again I get one I do like (here it's nice if you don't focus too much on my face):
Or here:
Ah, photo posts, how exciting you are, especially when you feature this face.
Anyhow, as I was saying before I got so rudely interrupted, yesterday I proved my dedication to my stylist and my poor hair by walking 7.5km to get my hair cut -- and then a further 1.5km to the nearest shopping centre, in the hopes of increasing my odds of catching a cab. I took some photos along the route as a bit of a recommendation from a coworker, and maybe I'll share them later.
In the end the cab part didn't matter, as the DB offered to come and get me, but I did still have a fair bit of time to kill -- and fortunately for me, the shopping centre features a Future Shop, Michael's, and Chapters (among other stores), so I'm pretty much set for quite some time. I figure the money I saved on cab fare I more than invested in Michael's. :/
Red wine... mother, teacher, secret lover.
I'd also like to say, on another random tangent, I really hate when people say they're going to do something and then don't, whether that's call, keep in touch, lend you something, return something, or whatever.
I had an unrelated realization about some guys in my past/friendship circle about arrogance/confidence/insecurity/sliminess/girls, but I'll save it for a more awake/sober time.
I did however learn yesterday that my reputation precedes me at work; apparently one girl from the IT division who undeservedly grumped at me over the phone was asking others about me, and the word that got to her was that I was cool, had a really dry sense of humour, and was good to work with. She and I had a nice chat over the phone today, so I think once she was assured I wasn't a complete tool, she felt like she owed me a fair shake. I win!
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I've always wondered what you'd look like with your hair grown out. Maybe I'll see it, one day. I too look bad in most photos. My secret is to get drunk for the camera. It works, and it gives you a chance to spend some quality time with your red wine mistress.
Also, as an IT person in the government, I can honestly say users often suck in varying degrees, so we form a jaded callous out of spite :P
Is the photo of you and what's his name photoshopped?
No, no photoshopping. The DB and I were standing off to the side of the Bellagio fountains.
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