Thursday, January 31, 2008

Getting arrested in New Zealand.

This summer heat is getting to me. My flat turns into a sauna in the morning. Decent sleep is but a dream. I am losing words in all the warm places.

I am about five minutes away from taking the kitchen scissors to my hair and snipping it right back to the skull. I am dreaming of haircuts. Or, perhaps, of removing the unneccessary things.

2 comments:

Martin Kingsley said...

C'mon now, no exaggeration. If it were really turning into a sauna, you'd be wandering around naked looking confused and possibly engaging in orgiastic ecstasy with random Nordic strangers.

Or, at least, that's what I've heard.

nailpolishblues said...

Everything up to 'and possibly engaging in orgiastic ecstasy with random Nordic strangers' is about right.