Evening shoots are something new to me. Getting up after the sun, enjoying morning coffee, indulging in the snooze button. I could get used to this! (?) The debate rolls around in my head as I sit on the train to my hair appointment.
The debate distracts me from what I really set out to do, deliver content, update.
The debate distracts me in my periphs, stares from fellow passengers. “What a strange girl”, as I hide behind sunglasses on this barely bright morning. You see, the downfall of evening shoots is spending the whole day with out eyebrows.
At times I find this quite appealing. I’ve become too fond of wanting to shave them right off.
But for now I’ll hid behind these glasses, and creep out the guy next to me.