little things

I got a haircut about a week ago. I was so excited about it, that I had talked it up for 2 weeks. Normally a haircut would be something that I sort-of hid from my general conversation, because I would want everyone under the impression that my cheveux was always and effortlessly trimmed and coiffed. I haven't had a haircut since about September though and cutting my hair and getting my toenails painted and pretty much anything else that would normally fall under the heading of "personal care" have been vacant from my life for waaay too long.

And speaking of that....I got my toes did, yesterday. Having a lovely shade of "berry hard" on them just makes me smile everytime I take off my shoes. See, it's the little things that I used to do for myself, that I missed the most in my 'dammit-New-York-is-not-gonna-get-the-best-o-me' poverty phase. I didn't buy anything new for myself for almost 2 years. The occasional work shirt, new underwear and socks were pretty much the only new things, of any kind, that I picked up; and I didn't like most of the shirts I got.

And after 3 weeks of playing cat and mouse with a couple of paychecks that were owed me, it only took me 4 days in my attempt to get home before the drycleaner closed. That actually, is something I just do not get. We are all workers in this city, so why does the drycleaner only stay open until 6pm? What the fuck is that all about? If they had any brains, they would take a siesta in the middle of the day and then just stay open late. A greatful island would thank them. Nail salons, too. Come on, people, we're American. We're too busy having pissing contests to see who can stay at the office longer to run errands.

Anyway, the point is, although many parts of life are heavier than they have ever been, and that is no understatement, I have a startlingly good outlook on all of it. So good in fact, that I did not have one violent thought on the subway all day today. Amazing. Tomorrow I'm getting another haircut to fix the first one that was fucked up. See, I'm feeling so positive that I didn't even care when the loaf of bangs came into my life. Snip sniperoo is all that'll take.