I had a (nother?) dream about cutting my hair last night.
This was of particular note because it happened within the context of an acting class (if I am recalling correctly).
I'm in the class and, at the end, the room is stormed with a team of hairdressers trained on me. It seems as though it's intended as a surprise.
I respond bruskly, negatively. Then inform the instructor of this class as to the basis of my indignation.
I believe I compared touching a locked person's hair without permission to doing the same to a woman's breast.
Even then, notice that's it's generally considered un-acceptable to make that request.
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Summary: I have hair issues.
Monday, March 09, 2009
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