Building bridges

Well, two days later, six pages of writing in my pen to paper journal and a few phone calls to friends, life's looking up again.
I always felt like hairdressing wasn't a job which didn't require a high amount of thinking hence you don't have to be a brain surgeon to do it.
It's one thing for yourself to think that but it's another to actually be told it. In not so many words, by someone who I once looked to for support.
Who I have always supported.
I'll Quote
"Kaz, Hairdresser, Australia. Well that really sums you up. Oh - that's mean I shouldn't say that, sorry"
I look at him, in disbelief that he just said that.
"Your a prick."
I don't call anyone that sort of thing. Ever. Oh well.
I've built my bridge and I'm walking slowly over it.

On a higher note, I start my real estate course tonight. Seven weeks from today I hope to have a real estate license.

I'm off to watch "Mr.Phillisopher" perform tomorrow night. I'm going with Goosey.
Speaking of which, were meeting up in a few weeks and figuring out what were going to play for a recording! Yea! I've been playing heaps and it will be great to have her input into how we can change it and work with it.
I'm going out on Saturday night to see a friend perform in a art house sort of play.