Let's hear it for rejection!
grease fire © Laura Kicey
when the bough breaks © Laura Kicey
conviction © Laura Kicey
On a lighter note, on my way to collect my friend Daniel to feed him his (worst ever shouldna bothered) birthday dinner, I saw hair that literally stopped traffic. At a stop sign, three cars had worked themselves into completely absurd angles to avoid hitting a girl in the center who was walking around collecting handfuls of tumbleweave. I couldn't help myself but chuckle. I popped my weave once. When I was in college, I used to wear ridiculous fake hair worked into my own (oh don't think I am going to post a photo). I went to the eye doctor and was having the glaucoma pressure test conducted by a woman who clearly seemed kinda nervous about the procedure herself, which made me nervous.... hypervenitlate and black out. And you know my hair came all undone. Alarms did sound, but I didn't cause any major accidents... at least none I was conscious for.
A word for my people tonight who could use some love, Daniel wedged under a broken heart, L under hopes and fears twisted in knots, K under the knife tomorrow, and D under water and, well, everything not bolted down and some foul-smelling mystery substances. I'm thinking about you all and twitching out with worry.