Hairdresser On Fire

...or put another way...imma 'bout to fire my hairdresser. Dammit...its always the little battles that can friggin make or break your day! Did y'all hear the words that were coming outta ma mouth? I asked for partial highlights not full highlights nor to be charged for them. I specifically did not want black but you felt compelled to use that color anyway. Do you see the people that work in your salon? Do you see that 99% of them have black hair and yet every single one of them, has different highlights? Can you treat this customer in the same manner that all y'all would wanna be treated and touched?Don't get me wrong here now..loved the 20 minute head massage and the eye candy but that did NOT give you the right to treat me as your pesonal guinea pig. Did you hear me say I wanted to cut my hair? Its only taken 9 months to grow out, but sure what the f*ck...chop it off..chop it all off and go scissor happy why don't ya.I just wanted you to psychologically save me and I had faith in you...but within an hour that power just totally destroyed me. Thank You.

ABCs and 123s

After settling down from the month long birthday festivities, I've been on a quest for balance, on the hunt for intellectual stimulation that can come by the way of a well written book. The books that capture my attention are usually referrals from friends or personal discoveries based on subject matter and every now and then, I admit to judging them by their covers. So with a few recommendations in hand, I walked down to the local bookstore and began my shopping spree. Bypassing the Harry Potter stand and avoiding the discount section, I came across a circular table with just one book. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a post mortem release by Shel Silverstein titled, "Runny Babbit". Did you get that?? Your eyes did not deceive--it takes about 10 seconds for the brain to process and send you a message that what you read is Bunny Rabbit, regardless of what your eyes actually see. I picked up the book and began flipping through it to see if indeed, the entire book was written in this manner. It was. And it freaked me out. My heart started racing with the fervor of someone watching a horror flick. Reading this book was either going to cure the dyslexia that I've battled over the years, or was it going to exacerbate it. I was too scared to find out so I put it down and walked away. Never one to leave empty handed, I picked up some crossword puzzles and in the effort of self-improvement, "The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People." Jackson 5 ....Michael J...wha chu' talking about?? ABC's are not as easy for me as 123's. That's why I stick with numbers baby.

Naked Music

How many of you were up at the crack of dawn this morning checking out the Bay to Breakers? Better yet, how many of yous were actually running in it?? I was standing above Howard Street in my friends condo looking down at the runners in their birthday suits, running elvis's, the pope and other characters that came out for the annual-only-in-SF marathon from the the SF Bay to the Pacific Ocean. Did y'all see the group who sported the Wendy's contraption? That bowl of chili labeled, "finger lickin' good?" Oh lord, that was knee slapping humor at its best. Where's a camera phone when you need it! With the soundtrack of SF's own Miguel Migs blasting from her condo, it seems fitting that the two words that best describe this annual event are Naked and Music. Maybe next year....i'll give it a shot.

Sun and the Rainfall

I'm not fond of rain. I don't dislike it....I don't think its an inconvenience....I just HATE it, especially when we're both outside. You summer and spring babies feel me on this don't you?? This friggin storm, in which one can't escape the rain as it attacks you from all directions while waiting for the bus with a hoodie and umbrella, makes me want to hibernate until summer comes along. For the past three years, the Embarcadero has been a place where I've enjoyed lunch underneath the splendor of the Bay Bridge whilst the beauty of the bay induces daydreams. This past week, however, its been an absolute mess with the high tides rising above the cement shoreline, crashing onto the street and overflowing the storm drains. Take one look at this picture and you'll understand why G hasn't been daydreaming as of late....and why G is aching for the return of the Sun.