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Monday, April 03, 2006

I was craving fishfinger sandwiches with white bread and ketchup this week. There's no denying my working class origins. Perhaps it's a magic diet food though because there has been a drop on the scales this week. More likely it was caused by my haircut. From the pile of hair on the floor at the end I'm sure it could account for half a kilo.
It was very untidy. And worse still a colleague referred to it as 'very 70's' which may have been kindly meant but put a picture of Farrah Fawcett Majors in my mind that's very hard to live with.
"It's too untidy," I said to the hairdresser.
"Messy is very fashionable just now," he replied.
I thought to myself, 'I'm wearing track pants from Target, an ancient t-shirt with a beer logo on it and holey socks. Do you think for an instant that 'fashionable' shapes my world?' but being a complete wimp around hairdressers I just smiled and said, "See what you can do."
Half a kilo of hair later the end result is exactly the same as what I went in with. Oh well. I'll be bolder next time. More forceful.

Thought for the day: How do you know that bad luck isn't saving you from something even worse?

Current weight: 76.6 kg

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