i'm watching oprah. it's about the favourite foods, and she had various famous people on and tells some of her favourite recipes and restaurants and blah blah blah, but she just had maya anjalou on who she convinced to do a cookbook and every recipe has a story. maya just told the story about her mom always making red rice for her, even when she had her own home and she was 20, her mom would have her over and make her the red rice and she said to her, every bite, every grain of rice said 'i love you' because she knew her mother made it for her. and she said her mom walked her home and her mom would say to her "maya, i think you are the greatest woman i have ever met." this touched me (wanted to cry, but didn't quite.). maya said that made her think "maybe i should stop doing some of the things i was doing, like cursing, .." then she said " i began to think, maybe i'll do something. maybe i'll be someone." i like this story a lot.
so i got my hair cut. went to the new guy. if you can believe it he was even more expensive than my usual place. he's also one of those bs guys. lots of bs in his rhetoric. but he's got me doubting my current hair philosophy. i need to think about it . i need to discuss with others. anyways, he did a good cut but very bad style, which scared me that i might not like it, but i did it myself this morning and i do. i do.
last night i had fun helping karey do her costume. i got to cut/tear holes in her shirt and jeans and then i got to burn the edges of the holes. this was the funnest part. we had to have the door open because i had healthy flames going for quite some time. flames, and smothering embers and lots of smoke. it's a good time for anyone with a spark (no pun intended) of pyromania in their blood, and it turned out quite well if i say so myself.