I hardly know what to do with myself when my idea of being "responsible" involves making sure I am asleep by 2 am, to ensure I will be rested enough to stay out until 4 am the next night.
Tonight promises adventure. The Shiv and I venture forth to a Nerve party. Yes, that Nerve. Thoughtful hedonism. Literate smut. All those wonderful things that make my day just a little bit brighter.
I have a change of clothes in my satchel. I have glitter to spread liberally upon the girl. I have cologne to spray gently upon myself. I have unrealistically high expectations to focus on. But really -- anyone who reads a website that features articles detailing the "Naughty Bits" of Dante is at least a little bit O.K. in my book. So despite worries that the person the personals gurus are pre-matching me with (yes, all attendees get paired up with someone, so at least there is one person there for whom there is a perfect ice-breaker) will be a cross between Chim-Chim and the Elephant Man, chances are fair that he will at least be able to hold a decent conversation.
In other news, I am feeling much more pleasant re: my new hair. A shower and a shave after work yesterday greatly restored my optimism regarding my own personal cuteness. I just have to adjust to the fact that I have a slightly different look now -- instead of the bleachyboy-with-stubble-and-much-shellac-in-his-hair look, I have the tough-vaguely-military-cleancut-with-big-blue-eyes look.
I can hardly believe that I spend my time thinking of things like that.
Also, being as busy as I have been lately, I have been falling behind in one of my favorite pastimes, namely, reading all of my lovely favorite diaries. Thanks, however, to the "cacher" and "before" and "tisket" and "previous" buttons at my disposal, I have been attempting to catch up. I did discover, through my reading and through a note, that Alterna-Me chopped his blondiness off too. Why are our hairstyles psychically linked?