I'll rip myself to pieces til the end of time...
...then I'll glue them back together in a stupid rhyme.

Y'all, the Geraldine Fibbers are fucking amazing. "Dragon Lady" is the kind of perfect that makes me wanna cry and scream and laugh and jump on my bed and tear up old photographs.

I got the most incredible haircut today. So incredible that I needed to write about it. Casey and I got together and had a fantastic breakfast at Gravy, which I'd never been to. Then, we went to Collage and I bought a few embroidery patterns because I need new projects and I think embroidering a bunch of cool shit sounds about perfect. I want to embroider every article of clothing I own. And yr's too <3 Ok, but the hair. The hair! We cruised a few shops that were veto'd for various reasons, but the Bishops on 28th was the motherfucking pot of gold at the end of the gay ass rainbow. Everything was right when we walked in. All of the stylists had fabulous hair and were performing mega fabulosity on all of the clients and there were good hair magazines in the waiting area and I drank beer and this amazingly gorgeous girl was totally checking me out The Whole Time and it was weird because she was the kind of gorgeous that makes you feel like she couldn't possibly be checking you out, especially when yr hair's a pre-cut mess and yr looking kinda frumpy. But she was! And as we were leaving Casey was like, "did you see that hot girl checking you out?" Hot. Anyway, my hair is long in the back and sort of falls into a point, hella shaggy all over and I touched it up this morning so it's super bright. Think Rod Stewart circa the 70s with thick, long, rounded bangs and slightly more mullet-y. Let me just tell you that there was A LOT of red hair on the floor and it felt good. I find that post-break up haircuts are always the best haircuts.

I look so hot I want to ask myself out on a date. I will totally put out, too.

New hair, new crafts, new times. This is self-care.

(and yes, my heart feels a little funny. Not sad, not happy. Maybe a little angry and also maybe a little relieved. Yeah, funny.)


Dragon Lady (The Geraldine Fibbers)

I got some satisfaction from lifting up your dress
A slap in the face is worth a hundred words
When I open my eyes again I expect that you'll be gone
But you always do what I expect
I'm stopping everything, making fun of myself
Drinking lipstick, tipping bookshelves
Ripping up words that I thought were important
- maybe that'll blow the window open
Everything I say is a stupid lie.
I won't tell the truth even when I die.
I'll rip myself to pieces 'til the end of time,
then I'll glue'em back together in a stupid rhyme, yeah yeah.
There's a story of a girl so sleepy, she could not be roused
She was kissed by pigs and doctors all over the land
The birds in the trees came down and landed in her hair
They built a nest and the little birdies hatched it there
Teach me something, rip out my hair
Send me flying through the air
Do something why don't you, fuck it, do something
I'm so bored I sleep...
Why don't you go out and talk some shit
Stand up kick 'em all in the family jewels
We'll watch them as their guts unfold
Then we'll rob a 7-11 and hit the road

I can be quiet or I can be loud
Anything to make my daddy proud
We'll take hostages make demands
Set fire to all our best laid plans
We'll assemble volatile explosive devices
Sell them for exorbitant prices
Purchase an aircraft learn to fly
Run outta gas while we're in the sky
Automatic pilot and x-ray spex
We were kissing in the cockpit when the airplane wrecked
Everything I say is a stupid lie.
I won't tell the truth even when I die.
I'll rip myself to pieces 'til the end of time,
then I'll glue'em back together in a stupid rhyme, yeah yeah.