Everyone else in the world
Would love me by now
Would love me in a crowd
But not you

False promises of love
Still promise love
You get what you want
When you just
Want what you get

Eugenie's morning drive-tune:
-Everyone Else In The World, Stina Nordenstam

It was nippy when the alarm went off this morning.
Actually, I beat the alarm, contemplated rising early for once this week, then shut my eyes again because it was too cold.
When I finally got off my arse I thought about having to take out the winter garb that I'd packed away not too long ago.
As I walked into the bathroom I noticed my back was sore - from sleeping with the torso arched like a taut bow.
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I often find first encounters with new hairstylists daunting. And usually traumatic.
First of all, I have to deal with the guilt of change.
Having dumped a stylist of 4 years (a relationship that saw relocation, marriage, then baby names) when he refused to give me a fringe,
I was on the market again. Guilt-ridden, but liberated.
I found Leanne - who would give me a fringe, didn't talk while blowdrying, and made realistic good of the Vogue clipping I'd bring along.
She decided to flee the country after a year and the salon recommended someone else.
Last night I sat nervously while Wendy scrutinised my frizzy ends and straggly layers.
Then I sat annoyed while she chastised my request for more layers.
An hour and half later, I walked out a happy customer. With a graduated fringe, and rid of 5-month old ends.
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Last night I dreamt of champagne-
Unravelling the foil around the bottle, the titillating pop, bottle after bottle after bottle.
Several references:
(1) Preemptive of the approaching weekend
(2) Compensation for the drink-free day I had
(3) Suggestive of alcohol-reliance
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