when i was about five i wanted to be a hairdresser. i had all the designs and would style my mother's hair when it was still wet.


she was the hottest mother in island bay as a result. obviously.


then my career ambitions moved on. like just about every kid i knew i wanted to be a vet. the big question was whether i wanted to be an SPCA vet or a zoo vet. but since they were both in newtown i figured i could do both. puppies and otters. my dream combo.


something happened, i studied bureaucracy and whatnot and now i spend my days dreaming of my weekends. or at least i do on weeks like this.


while my job is a bit sux at times, this is not the reason for my weekend dreaming. rather, this weekend i get to return to my roots and hairdress it up. because on sunday night i'm chief babysitter of the most handsome man in the universe. and when his parents aren't around i can finally put product in his hair so the mohawk can last longer than the thirty seconds that this one lasted for.



hurrah for weekends.