My Armpits Smell...Have I Showered recently? Meh.

So today I woke up with my back aching...and not like that so slow down, ya nasty. I helped some of my asians move into a new apartment yesterday, but its nothing that a little dose of IcyHot couldn't fix. My goal for the day is to go to downtown LA in order to A) get some cheap work shirts B) get some scented oil (inspired by my friend zee zee cakes) and C) Maybe find a new hair cuttery.

The thing that gets me is that saying, "when in doubt choose C". But finding a place to get a good haircut in Downtown LA is turning out to be impossible thus far. To help myself, let me do that annoying thing where you ask yourself questions when you really are just complaining.

Is it so hard to have a barbershop that you don't have to go to the hood for?
- they tend do a good job, but I like to get my haircut on the go...and there ain't nowhere to go when you're in the hood but home, mmh. Or Popeye's but whatever.

Are there other ethnicities that are good at cutting black hair?
-I'm sure there are but the reason I ask is because I don't discriminate and ya'll need to raise up if you do and own that shit: if you know black hair then you know ALL hair. holler.

Can I get a decent looking barbershop without all the hootin' and hollerin' going on?
-Now I KNOW some people are going to hate me for this AND I know there are exceptions to every rule. So let me just say this in advance, fuck you. Moving on...my dream barbershop is one that has the following:
-a normal barber who doesn't try to talk too much
-some plasma screens floating around with lots of trashy MTV on them
-doesn't smell weird
-a clean and peaceful, zen-like environment>>>getting a haircut is therapeutic for me and I don't need my chi getting cut down with bitch this and hoe that. ya smell me?

So if anyone reads this blog, please yodel if you know of a nice place, even though I tried to Yelp about this shit and ya'll weren't having it.

Oh and let me just tie up this blog by saying this. When going on an Adventure In Candyland, don't be afraid to sweat, be touched by homeless crackheads, or have homo thugs stop dead in their tracks to look at you like, ooo girl, because of your hot chocolate body. The sweat is natural (which is why I am still thinking of not showering), and the last two are compliments...or so I tell myself.

I am Flawed because I'm Human,

Fort.