I really tried to watch the So You Think You Can Fast Forward finale tonight.  But i found myself skipping ahead a full hour and 15 minutes before catching up and being forced to watch the remainder.

hey, at least I got to see the addiction dance, and the tit cancer one (anyone else think it was weird when they said “breast cancer” and the whole crowd cheered?)… could’ve done without the kangaroo dancer or the shitty little kids… but all in all, it was fine for the 45 mins i saw.

and yeah, i was pleased with who won.

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I’m in desperate desperate need of a hair cut.  My hair is like tom cruise long (well tom cruise-esque… if you add in a dozen cowlicks, an ever receeding hairline, and a smattering of grays… and that whole body thing attached to it below commonly referred to as “no hot”).  I haven’t had my hair this long in years.  i think the dog thinks I’m one of his kind now.

and this isn’t some superstitious thing like back in january and february (where I had a full beard because I refused to shave until I had a losing day in the market).  This time I’m just lazy; or really hoping that the mop on my head turns into something magical.  which it won’t.  but i can dream.

I think I’m holding out for this place I saw in the paper called Sports Clips.  Where they supposedly have nothing but plasmas with sports on, and ricidulously hot chicks who cut your hair and end it up with a neck/shoulder massage (happy ending please?!?!).

It’s in severna park.  and I’m all the way in linthicum.  that’s too far.  hell, the royal farms 3/4 of a mile from my house is too far these days.

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and did I mention my location?  Well fear not internet stalkers!  I got a nice little letter in the mail from the county zoning commission.  Figuring someone finally complained about the little fortress I’ve built on the corner, I gave them a call since they didn’t give any details.

turns out, after i dunno how many years of this bs, they are going to renumber my house.  I will of course not mention said house number here, but to give you an example of how things used to be, if the houses were lettered, and they logically went A thru Z down a street… my street was lettered A B C A B Z Y X W… 5.

so whatever decade they finally do take this action (and I’m holding out for them footing the bill for a new address placard) I’ll have to put up with 6 months of missed deliveries due to people used to the old address.  ain’t that some shit?

so fuck you google maps.

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