I love the smell of hair gel in the morning...
Sunday, November 25th, 2007 01:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanThe sound of typing to my right as Furtle lists her extraneous CDs and the blast of Papa Roach (one of them) from the other room tells me that it must be Sunday afternoon. Actually, the Papa Roach isn't as bad as I was led to believe, but there aren't enough good tracks between the hard-rock-rap stylee things to make it worth holding on to in my opinion. I shall retaliate with a little Hammerfall - Furtle is not entirely aware that I have got the odd hard heavy album in my collection.
Another indication that it is Sunday is the fact that we have just applied the clippers to my old melon. Either what few wisps I have left are now made of wire, or the clippers are not the mighty shears they were when I bought them about 18 months ago. I fancy that I shall have to strip them down like an automatic and oil and clean them properly. I suppose that if I can become quick and proficient enough I could then do it with a blind fold.
Apocalypse Now meets Shampoo.
Another indication that it is Sunday is the fact that we have just applied the clippers to my old melon. Either what few wisps I have left are now made of wire, or the clippers are not the mighty shears they were when I bought them about 18 months ago. I fancy that I shall have to strip them down like an automatic and oil and clean them properly. I suppose that if I can become quick and proficient enough I could then do it with a blind fold.
Apocalypse Now meets Shampoo.