so it’s been a couple of weeks since i last found myself spending an afternoon in a whole foods…which i think means i am finding better (other) ways to spend my time. an afternoon in a whole foods feels like a much better thing when it is sandwiched between two other afternoons of responsibility (okay, i do realize that yesterday afternoon included a mani-pedi but it also included a trip to the bank to get a cashiers check). the point of an afternoon at whole foods was to take a practice gre. i didn’t get quite that far. it had to do with a number of issues: nominally it took me a while to figure out how to load the program, i had to wait for other customers to move so i could plug in my computer, my salad tasted oh so good – primarily as soon as the program did i load i started having an all out panic attack, forgetting all the rules and tools i had gone over yesterday and basically being unable to read each question let alone answer it. so i stopped after one section. it won’t let me find out the score until i finish the test – which may never happen.

ABN is in desperate need of a hair cut…have i mentioned this in the last week? because i’ve been thinking about it constantly. he’s become his own barber over the last decade which is fine, but the barber didn’t think ahead and packed his set of clippers so they are still somewhere in storage in boston, while he is in sf. not much help. he keeps saying that he’s going to go after work but he’s been working until after the barbershop closes and so…he has turned into quite the puff ball. the reality of the situation is that his hair isn’t so god awful. what is SO GOD AWFUL is when i look over at him as he is sitting at his computer checking his “news” running his fingers through his hair, curling the hair around his finger, pulling at spiky pieces in the back, separating pieces in the front like bangs. something about him playing with his hair, especially twisting the sides where the burn meets the beard, into a sort of mini peyos makes me want to hurl.

i assume that after reading this post he will run, not walk, to get a hair cut*

*images presented in this post are not necessarily depicting anyone that i know or love, but merely represent my fears of the future.