
... the thing about keeping long-(ish)
hair, is
not that it makes me
look good (becoz as folks around me have unfailingly exclaimed; they certainly do
not ggrrrr) - but becoz it (sorta) makes me
feel good, in a quasi-rebellious roundabout-way, in that becoz i simply
can ... and that there's no one around that can tell me any differently. i reckon in certain warped-respects, since i cannot afford a sleek black convertible to sate my thinly veiled
mid-mid-life crisis, long tresses will just have to do, at this juncture in my life
(plus it goes darn decent with the beard, yes i am foolishly vain-ish)... the only downside of which is, having them constantly flap in my face and into my eye, while i'm online, at my desk - becoz the bleedin' fan is blowing directly behind where im sitting (hence the flailing uncontrollable hair) ... and you so
do not want to see me with a
hair-band, no you do not (and never will, i suspect) ...
but only if im driving past in a sleek black convertible ...
*heh*