Take It or Leave It by The Strokes

First off, I love this fucking song. I love the break mid-way when Fab hits the drum about 15 times and then Albert kicks in then the other guitarist who's name I always forget starts up then Nikolai's bass-line comes on and the whole thing comes together to this almost creepy, oddly surreal beat. The end combo gives me the same chills as a slasher-flick kill scene and the first hit of a really good blunt.

The Strokes "Take It or Leave It (Live)"

The whole message of that song is about a guy watching this girl he tried to give himself to (she denied him) and her relationship with this douchebag. Or at least that's what I always thought it was. Never debated the issue, really. Just the lines "I said 'Just take it or leave it... oh take it!" then the chorus of "He's gonna let you down, he's gonna break your back for a chance, he's gonna steal your friends, he's gonna win someday" all clue me in on some "Let me love you or get fucked over by this guy - take it or leave it".

I could be totally wrong but that's not why I started this post.  I was listening to this song on the El and feeling awesome which is what really sparked the whole thing.

It's been so long since I felt awesome.  It's a good GREAT feeling that I used to enjoy several times a week but today was the first time in seemingly forever where I smiled at strangers, made random conversation and walked with a bit of a strut.

Not just because today is Friday (or Fry-day, depending on your fandom) but because I cut my hair yesterday.

I cut that shit off.

Tenetia came over with Ajani, my best friend and my godson, to cut my hair.  I told her I wanted it short, like Annie-Clark short (Marry Me, not Actor).  We traded pics and decided on a St. Vincent/Marla Singer mash-up.

The first cut felt like a tingle.

The last cut felt like Christmas.

I damn near ran to the bathroom and checked out my new shag.  I shook my head this way, bobbed it that way, wiggled my entire body and squealed like a kid scoring a MewTwo card in her run-of-the-mill Pokemon pack (never happened to me but it was always a dream - anyway, I always imagined what it would feel like).

She pulled me back into the chair and started coiling my hair up so it could pop out in "organized" curls (if ever there was an oxymoron - there you have it) so I kind of looked like Jada Pinkett-Smith in the Matrix.  Other resemblances: 1996 hood gangsta, Coolio, rave enthusiast, some other shit, etc.

This morning I woke up, showered and took the bobby pins out and laughed at my reflection. Technically with my reflection but since your reflection is yourself and David Lynch is not writing this post (unfortunately) I'm gonna go with "at".  I ran my hands through it and fucked it up, popped it out, head-banged and giggled before my mom started yelling about how "we really need to set a schedule for morning bathroom time".

How I Knew Friday the 6th of July, 2012 Would Be A Good Day 

1. My mom nagging at 6am bothered me not at all. 

Now I am at work, my fingers wrapped around a crimson-tinged curl dangling near my left earlobe and typing out the first positive-energy post in weeks.

After work, I am going to my mother's house and writing for several hours.

I cannot fucking wait.

GIGGLE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!