Saturday, August 14, 2004

Oscar Wilde Look-alike

God, I hate my hair. I didn't think it could get much worse after the scalping and dismembering on Thursday but as it turns out, it can. After washing and blowdrying and several painful minutes wrestling with it, it assumes the attractive aspect of a shaggy bob with a tendancy to curl displeasingly. Oh, the pain. Ever seen a photo of Oscar Wilde from his university days? In a velveteen jacket and exotic buttonhole, and hair in lank waves around his shoulders? Have a gander at my frightful wig and you will be reminded of the great man. Only I am less of a wit at dinner parties. And less flamboyantly gay (I hope).

1 comment:

Mossy said...

Write On Your Blog Dammit. I want to read a story!!