it's not suprising but it's spring and i should leave

may i direct you to the song the world at large, by modest mouse? there you have it.

i really don't like going and getting haircuts, for a number of reasons. it's not the girl, she's pretty good and nice or whatever. i still don't like having to talk to her. and now that always-happens thing where i have to explain precisely what i want (which is difficult to do, since what i want to is to be able to do absolutely nothing with it) doesn't happen any longer because this girl cuts hair real nice-like and consistent. that's what i like to see. she can't do eyebrows to save her life, but you can't have everything, now can you? no. but you certainly can't have eyebrows actually getting in your eyes and blocking your vision, now can you? no way. that's dangerous.

soon i have to write checks to seventeen people. this makes me want to cringe and scream, but it's not my money, right? i just raked for it.

went to the porch to have a thought, got to the door and again i couldn't stop.