frizzy candles
my hair is big and frizzy and my apartment smells of my favorite candles.
i was blow drying my hair straight tonight and, just as i finished, i blew a fuse. and apparently my entire apartment runs off that fuse. no electricity. i found the fuse box but, just like my way cool apartment, it’s centuries old. the fuses can’t be flipped… they have to be replaced.
apparently i am not going to use the chi iron on my hair tonight. ha ha ha. should make for an interesting conversation at work tomorrow. “hey, what happened to your hair?”
but, thank you jesus, my air conditioning operates on a separate fuse and it’s still running.
i love little adventures like this… it’s as close to camping as i’ll ever get!
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- June 26, 2008 / 11:33 pm
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