Pulp in the Garbage Bin
Dec. 5th, 2004 12:55 pm[Poll #397571]
I watched my Pulp Hits DVD yesterday. Damn, they were good. As Jarvis swished to "Lipgloss" I suddenly realized that I haven't cut my hair since September and that... my hair is starting to look like his! There was some hair growing sideways from my neck but Kevin attacked it with a razor and fixed the problem. Depending on the day, my hair looks like a helmet. At other times, when I make a mess of it, I could easily be mistaken for a Jarvis... in my modest opinion (though I would much prefer to be mistaken with Morrissey.) I should buy myself one of those black-rimmed glasses and complete the transformation.
All gay boys want to be like their lovers. That's why it's a crime to see gay couples begin to dress the same, wear the same haircuts, wander through the gayborhood in their matching sailor suits. A vile crime. Kevin and I cannot commit this atrocity: he's blonde, I'm prematurely grey; he's almost a palm and a size shorter than me; he likes to mismatch his colours, I like black and dull; he wears his glasses only in the cinema; I'm a Mister Magoo without mine.
I'm now off to buy some Christmas cards and winter clothes.
Don't believe in anything that you can break...
I watched my Pulp Hits DVD yesterday. Damn, they were good. As Jarvis swished to "Lipgloss" I suddenly realized that I haven't cut my hair since September and that... my hair is starting to look like his! There was some hair growing sideways from my neck but Kevin attacked it with a razor and fixed the problem. Depending on the day, my hair looks like a helmet. At other times, when I make a mess of it, I could easily be mistaken for a Jarvis... in my modest opinion (though I would much prefer to be mistaken with Morrissey.) I should buy myself one of those black-rimmed glasses and complete the transformation.
All gay boys want to be like their lovers. That's why it's a crime to see gay couples begin to dress the same, wear the same haircuts, wander through the gayborhood in their matching sailor suits. A vile crime. Kevin and I cannot commit this atrocity: he's blonde, I'm prematurely grey; he's almost a palm and a size shorter than me; he likes to mismatch his colours, I like black and dull; he wears his glasses only in the cinema; I'm a Mister Magoo without mine.
I'm now off to buy some Christmas cards and winter clothes.