Bugs and Bobs

So now I have a sassy new haircut, done by a guy who was the artistic director for Vidal Sassoon for something like 15 years. Today someone said he was the best hairdresser in California. Okay, sure. Yes, I like the haircut. It's one of those things that's mostly the same but a little different. I have bangs. Short ones. Anyway, I'm waiting a couple of days to take a picture to let it grow on me a bit. Plus I'm going through a weird secretive phase where I'm not real keen on putting pictures of myself on the internet. Let's call it a short hiatus. So after the haircut, I went to the bar a couple of blocks away where a hot bartender works and flirted a bit. Nothing came of it, of course, but you know, it's good to stay in practice.

Yesterday I went to the new office and helped out, as much as a person like me can help out. And now, I have made a decision that I'm not going to go there again until the place is fumigated. I have flea bites on my feet, back, stomach, arms, and even my neck. Even though it's not my fault, I still feel dirty and gross because of them. It's like being a leper or something. I'm retying desperately not to scratch them and they itch like hell. Gross. No one wants to be around a flea-bitten anything, myself included. So until the fleas are taken care of, I'm going to be scarce at the new place. Flea bites suck.

So I game home tonight and felt like I needed to do something, so I did a short workout, including situps and so on. I'm determined to get a flat belly back, even if it's cold again by the time I do and no one will be able to see it. It's just something I have to do, to prove to myself that I'm not that old. I also stretched tonight, and I noticed that I'm getting more flexible. I'm looking forward to being able to stretch with out that burn, but there is a weird muscle in my leg that really doesn't want to cooperate. It's not my groin exactly, but it's near there. More towards the back, like it might be part of my hamstring, but not. It's a smaller muscle and might be some sort of connector ligament or something. I don't know, but it's really holding me back and I don't appreciate it. On the upside, I'm very close to being able to do the splits (on one side) again. That will be a good day.

On another note, the new boy called me yesterday. The one I haven't seen since I went on vacation. That's close to two months. Anyway, I always get a weird feeling with him, like he's picking up exactly where he left off, because there doesn't seem to be any hesitation in his voice and he talks like we just talked yesterday. And then we talk, and then one of us has to go, and the conversation stops for another week or month or whatever. I do feel like he likes me; I just don't understand the hot and cold thing. And nothing's really happening; we're just talking from time to time. I'm confused. Again. And I really wish I could figure it out so I could move on or whatever I need to be doing. So maybe yes, maybe no. Who knows?

So anyway, my life right now feels like a bipolar rollercoaster through the coolest things and the most ridiculous. Fleas and designer haircuts in one weekend. Who else gets that?