Buzzing

 I buzzed what was left off today. It's gone, well almost. There's tiny little hairs still left. My sophisticated little hacked off semi-cute haircut that had me imaging myself to be a french fashionista is gone. There was too much hair in the drain, it was falling out on my phone when I would lean forward and every where else. Using a sticky roll lint brush to remove what's left as it falls is next, until I'm bald as a bowling ball.

Don't most people wonder what they look like with no hair? I always have. When I was younger, I used to have fantasies about shaving off my hair and taking off to Africa, traveling and not worrying about things like hair impeding my adventures.  When I was pregnant, it was India. I imagined I would flee to India and live with the monks. These two dreams never came to fruition for me and I never found out what I looked like under my hair til now.

It's not so bad. There's a noticeable scar that I'm not sure where it came from and an ugly little sore that they told me was from the steroids. I was bashed in the head so many times as a kid and have so many head scars, somehow the origin of that one was missed.

I'm thinking about my friend Perry, aka Peewee. She rocked the shaved head for years. Where is that woman? I'm going to try to find her on FB or somewhere on the interwebs. I'm not sure if she's the FB type but I need her inspiration. Remembering the first time I saw her in the basement of the World, she was with that Dean guy of Dean & the Weenies. I'm not sure if they were the weenies yet but she came out and smashed plate after plate all over the floor with a saved head wild style and combat boots. I pretty much fell in love with her from that point on.

Back to me now...
At some point in the future my eyebrows, eyelashes and nose hairs will fall out. It'll be very alienesque. Maybe it'll inspire me to get back to my novel writing?

The constant nose drip sucks I hear, no more hair to hold the snot in. Appreciate those nose hairs while you have them. I am.