Things That Annoy Me, But Shouldn't

I like having long locks of hair. It gives you more options if you want,
and occasionally get compliments on it when it is kept healthy.
(I will spare you all from the time I put it up in pig tails.)
Though I either keep it in a pony, or in an under loop pony.

 

Bras and pantyhose are on my worst dressed list. I hate both with a passion. They are the first thing to come off when I get home. after all these years I am still unable to take off my bra without getting undressed. Some women can take their bra off and pull it out of their sleeve.

 

Well, now we know that you have a bold, if unconventional style of dressing.

Do you wear a hat? For modesty, that is.

 

Oh, that last pose is so unfortunate. I don't know who told him to do that, but it looks like he's auditioning to play the part of a hustler on Santa Monica Blvd. The first shot isn't bad. Brings out his eyes.

I don't mind overly coiffed men. Never have. My first crushes include Mikhail Baryshnikov, Jon Bon Jovi (still hot, but I'm not fond of his grey hair, I think it makes him look pale and tired), and Nikki Sixx. All of 'em had great hair.

ETA: I went straight from Mikhail Baryshnikov to Nikki Sixx, which is hilarious on so many levels.

edited because I misspelled Mikhail. Which should be a crime.

 

Speaking of Baryshnikov, thanks for posting that scene of his a few weeks ago. Not the one with Gregory Hines, the other one. Strangely enough, it gave me insight into Arkady Bogdanov from Red Mars, whose limited role in the book is, I dunno, sad?

 

That would give me hat head although on a bad hair day it might work

 

Oh, the one where he dances in what was supposed to be the Kirov to the Vysotsky's "Capricious Horses"? and a young Helen Mirren cries over him? This one? You're welcome.

Yeah, I love that dance piece. I use it as inspiration when I'm writing Alexei sometimes. There's a lot of really deep stuff happening in that piece. He choreographed it himself, for one. I always found it poignant that he's dancing to something that's sung in his native language. And that scene of the movie mirrors a lot of what happened in his own life. Lots going on there. The movie itself was kind of meh, but there are some great moments in it.

Things that annoy me that shouldn't: that age and injuries kept him from doing more things like that, when his maturity could have given us more of those moments. (He was 37 in that piece.)

 

My sister literally texted this to me this morning (and I have her permission to post it here):

"Sometimes you just can't think straight until you put a bra on."

 

Mens thongs.
Had one when I was married.
Got rid of the fucker when we divorced.
(Have a very specific reason why, but it would
not be polite to speak of that reason since it may
vary, and some guys like wearing them, and that's
fine with me. But for me I didn't enjoy the exp.)
That is all.

 

Hang on -- hang on -- there's some kinda joke I can make here about not wearing a bra and not being straight ... Nah, it got away from me.

 

"Oh no, they cloned izzy. Then there gonna clone you. Then there gonna clone me. Oh my gooooood!"

 

Shhh, I took care of it! Don't snitch!

 

The same thing happened to me in a post yesterday. I forget who they cloned yesterday. Aaaaaaah!

 

Maybe we're the clones ...

 

Well if you win a trip to a really nice island, you will know if you are clone or not.

 

Maybe! Where the fuck is my original, and may I have a couple of others? I can put their asses to work!

If it's just me, then...

[sings] "I'm young and runnin' free, a little bit better than I used to be."

 

All this talk of clones is reminding me of the Dystopian short story Jordan's Waterhammer.
It hits me in the feels every time.

 

That looks hilarious!

 

You guys were busy while I was working. Quick, got to think of something witty.

Running out of coffee annoys me! Maybe that should.

 

Shh... To Konrad Curze it is a crime.

 

The sound of graphite scraping across paper! I had to request a pen one day when I was given a form to fill out because the person gave me a pencil; it was awkward having to explain why.

 

Nah, that was high school. Only time I did makeup after that was Halloween. Oh, wait, in boot camp they taught us how to do camouflage face paint. A time for every purpose and all.

 

Just in case you had to blend in at the Broadway version of Pink Flamingos?