Thursday, April 22, 2010

1.06 - A story about my bio.

Good morning lambs,

So, it's 2:45 am... I'm sitting her sipping water at Panda's dining room table as he sleeps in the other room.

I met up this evening with a good friend of mine from high school. She is a friend, a Rockstar client, MAC enthusiast and my main tweet-er online.

Joining our evening was my little sister, Miss Adrian and *you guessed it* Panda.

We talked about alot of different things tonight and I shared a story tonight with Panda about how Michelle influenced me as a young teenager in high school through the world of cosmetics.

I remember beingh the only gay kid with a tube of MAC Lipglass in the bottom of my DJ Bag. I would sneak off and watch the glimmer and then wipe it off as soon as I could to only leave a residue of it's essential glamour... a hint of deweyness... and a defense mechanism as not to get my ass kicked later in the day for wearing make-up.


As I told this story, it became very clear that Michelle was there WAY BEFORE I was The Original Pretty Boy. In fact, she was there in the embryonic stage of my personal climb to style and cosmetic guru.


It was so coincidence that I told this story again because today Panda and I were working on our bios for our salon's website. He wrote his (it's incredibly impressive) in a good half a page... mine, I printed off my website was a three page booklet about my rise to the top an why I'm on top... which bring me to this...


Alot of people texted me, twitttered me, and e-mailed me about the blog. One person wasn't so honoured to be in the blog and one was concerned I was divulging too much. Which bring me to the following...


The last week or so, I've been in a questionable state with my bff. As Boo and Panda and I went out for cocktails last week some evening, I received a text that I was changing and hanging out with the wrong crowd.


I ignored the texts and the "ass kicking" started.


The next day at the salon, it was like walking on eggshells around me and my bff. The tenstion was SO THICK you could cut it ..


That evening, I called my bff and recieved a voicemessage cue and left a message, "I want to talk. I feel wierd about last night."


The next evening as my salon lambs all got ready to attend a very public affair, Panda got spruced up to attend the even with a new love interest and Boo ran off with her nephew to visit a family member that evening, my loneliness kicked in.


As my loneliness kicked in and I thought selfishly about Panda and his new found crush, I realized I was smothering him. He should have the opportunity to express himself to someone besides me. I came to that realization only to be interrupted by a couple e-mails on my Blackberry from my bff.


She certainly was not happy or holding back.


In the e-mail, she said I divulge too much to people at the salon and outside the salon and that I am changing and she doesnt' even recognize who I am anymore.


I didn't reply.


As I went out that evening with my mum for sushi and cocktails, I recieved a text around drink order number two.


"did you get my messages" sent by bff


me: "I recieved them this evening" [sent coldly]


"and..."


me: "I appreciate your words."


the next few lines of text literally had me in tears in front of my mum and all my loneliness and attemtped texts an calls to Panda were ignored. There was no BFF to talk to seeing that she was upset with me and my poor mum was not pleased at all (after all, I am her baby).


I really began to think, "is this really the end of the road for me and my besty? Have our interests changed?"


Today, I received only four lines of text from her.


She is saying she's hurt because I say too much. And I feel like I'm not allowed to speak anymore... at work, in my personal life, in my blog and Josh universe.


and as I think of her divorcing me as her best friend or even stepping back a few notches, it breaks my heart.


One thing that stuck out was when he said she doesn't recognize who I am anymore. I had to wonder, to I even recognize myself anymore?


Am I anything like who I was when I started in this field four years ago? Am I the same as I was at 16 wearing MAC Lipglass with Michelle in school? Who was I?


The Original Pretty Boy?

A Successful Online Personality and Stylist?

A blow hard?

A gossip?

Someone who talks to much about way too personal things?

A mean girl?


Who was I? Who AM I?


Tonight, as Panda went to bed, he told me, "I loved you at work today. That was the realest I've ever seen you, Josh" and I had to wonder


"was it?"


Have I changed?


I have my panda that adores me and thinks the world of me now.

I have my bff who can't stand me anymore and says I'm changing.

I have me who understands I have to change and miss the old days. The post-lipglass days. The post design school days. The days of being Nasia's assistant and learning from her.


Today, I was informed I went 7x Platinum ... 4 consecutive months in 2010 and 3x last year = 7x. That's alot of sales. That's alot of product. That's alot of thank you's to my salon lambs.


But is that who I am?


As I edit my bio and realize all I've accomplish, I have to wonder: is this really me?


...more to come later...

Joshy.


TO READ MY BIO, BOOK AN APPOINTMENT or JUST CUZ, visit http://www.josh-cooley.com/

To follow me on Twitter, add me at http://www.twitter.com/prettyboyedu


My friend Michelle is @michellemarie84 - my best tweet-er online!


To Michelle, thank you for a great dinner and cocktails! You f--king rock!

To my panda, thank you for inspiring me and loving me and making me feel "real". Your generosity speaks millions to me.

To my sissy, Miss Adrian, thank you for dealing with my shit.


but mostly...


To my Nasia- I'm sorry, I love you and want us to work this out. You mean the world to me and it's not worth me changing if I have to lose you.




Monday, April 19, 2010

1.05 - A story about perspective...

Good morning lambs..



It's about 2am (of course) and I'm sitting here finishing off some tea and contemplating a shower, but before that, I thought I'd talk about reviving myself and overall image.




You know, I spent all of last week with my favourite boy in the world, Panda and realized: he's a good-looking guy. He works out alot, watches what he eats and is visually stunning. Alot of my friends are. I work out, but not hardcore. At all. As I got online tonight, I saw a new photoshoot of Lady Gaga looking much like Madonna in the early 90s and realized something: Gaga is super thin!


She looks good on film, but in person minus the fifteen lbs the camera gives, she gotta be skawny! I saw these photographs and wanted to start the concept for my new photoshoot for promotional imagery and after a couple "test shoots" with Panda last week, it made me think of hitting the work out wagon harder. Maybe a protien shake would be in order again too. Maybe, listening to him once and awhile would be good.


Anyway...


Gaga inspired me to revivive myself! (Go figure)


The salon has been revived this week as well. We just installed a new colour bar downtown and it's scrumptious to look at! I can't wait for Panda to see it or my mum to see it!


I started to think: I need to revive this image.


Tanning. Excercising. Weight training. Protien. Calorie counting. All of it!


So, get this- Saturday night I took a break from my ventures with Panda and my texting from Nasia and went out with my dear friend Andrew Joseph. Andrew is adorable! I remember crushing on Andrew in the day. We have since, approached the topic and I realize that Andrew would make a good addition to my friend inventory and not ex or hook up inventory.


So, two hot boys named Joshua and Andrew decided to go out for cocktails . The original plan and mission was supposed to require a mini vacation outing to D Town and have champagne, get blasted in a gay bar and wake up to eggs and shopping downtown and off to work that Sunday afternoon.

Well, Saturday got busy for me at the salon and I was not about travel. And Andrew had a hella good time the night before blocks away from my house at a hot tub party! I was not about getting sloshed and making Sunday dinner look disgraceful in front of my mum so we elected to stay local and hit some drinks at a local bar and/or cocktail lounge.


As we checked my Facebook and sent drunk texts to all my crushes, I got up and went to the other room. I kinda missed hanging out with Panda. What was he up to?


"Where's Boo and Panda?" someone asked me from behind?


It was our friend, Crystal! She gave me a hug and I got lost in conversation with her for a minute. Her bf is the owner of the bar we were at. I thought to myself, "I HAVE TO go get Andrew and text Boo and Panda... where are they?"


I went back to our table in the cocktail lounge and Andrew informed me that Panda had called. Anxious, I got on the phone and couldn't even hear the ring or the slurring of the people walking by. Yeah. I was toasted. I texted both Boo and Panda and off to sit with Crystal we went.


A couple Facebook comments and updates later and after Andrew had a convo with a friend of his, his friend turned around and looked at me and said, "I adore you."


"Who the f--k was she", I thought.


Oh! It clued in! We worked together at one time. I quickly apologized. She said, "honey. I know you do amazing work and I know who you are publicly! I wanted to say I'm so proud to have known you for two weeks in the day because I knew you were gonna be big!"


I told her, "you didn't like me!"


She said, "I adored you. I thought, 'he's the next big thing.' You intimidated me."


Well, shit! Three years ago I would've loved to have known that because I was mean to her!


She commented on my style, knew my work, my clients, etc. and then said, "you look skinny. Be careful. Good skinny, but still.. I like the way you look."


Wow! Me? Skinny? Be careful? The next big thing?


With that, Andrew and I finished our cocktails and said bye to Crystal and as I checked my mobile for updates and (maybe) a return text I realized..
Wow. Sometimes switching up the friend revives life and perspective. Sometimes a new perspective is the perfect confidence booster. . . and sometimes Mexican Food with Andrew late at night is amazing. It's just as good eating a California burrito to me as it is for Boo and Panda to count their calories.
What's wrong with the way I look?


Absolutely nothing.


Much love and have a phenomenal week!
Joshy.


Speaking of looks...


Check out my Shampoo Boy t-shirt line. It's getting "revived" in a couple weeks.


Sunday, April 18, 2010

1.04 - A story about exits, loneliness, jealousy, and a jerk named Joshua

Good evening lambs!

Whew! It has been a week, darlings. Seriously. In so many ways, I've learned so much about myself this week. I've had a lot of time to think about where to focus all my attentions and where to focus all of my overall attitude about people in my life and relationships overall.


With the start of the week, I found myself dreading something that really urked me on the inside: my networking group. For two years now, just to fill you in, I have attended a once-a-week 7 a.m. networking group where we only send business to each member of the group. So, if you need a hairstylist, they send business to me.


Well, for the last couple months, we've had a hard time gaining momention, energy and progressive ideas. I constantly offered ideas and led through example and was being based behind the scenes in various conversations and eventually heard a trickle down through the grapevine through a staff member at my sister salon. Are you serious? Really?

My peer informed me of this rumour, this gossip about me? To boot: from an attorney.


That was it for me, I very cordially walked up the block to the sushi restaurant and plugged in my laptop and began writing my resignation letter from the group. Who could have imagined I'd be resigning from anything?


I never leave anything. At all.


As I started to type and place my list of contacts in my e-mail, low and behold, my friend and colleague Panda comes over and asks me to go on a walk with him.


So, recently, Panda found a place locally. I am so proud of him! Super proud! The sad part of all this is that as life is settling down for him, there is drama and scandal surrounding my poor friend this week as well. This said about him, that involving him, his Mercedes breaks down. Just lots of stuff. On top of that, he's been painting and moving new furniture into his new place and I've been the doting friend sitting there the whole time with drink in hand, watching him! LOL. Seriously, I stayed with him last week due to his car being out of commission or until he found a rental or a lender. I started to wonder if the staying over was really an excuse for something else. Did Panda just not like to be alone?


Anyway... he talked to me about his car, his co-worker drama and we came to the conclusion that people are jealous of us because we are young and talented and powerful young men. Who else our age makes the money we do, lives the lives we live and gets to just do what we want! We have it all, right?!?


Wrong.


As I returned to sushi and he back to work at the sister salon, I started to realize. We very much so have grown. From the time we fought about a month ago, to him moving in and me staying over at his houe and eating out and grocery shopping, texting each other on Facebook and making time to just talk about absolutely nothing at all: loneliness sucks. We were both avoiding this feeling like the plague.


So, that night came, I thought I'd stay home, instead. I was at Panda's again that night. Again, we went out for cocktails and this time including Boo Boo. Boo Boo is a co-worker of ours and a longtime friend of Panda's. We went for drinks at Park East where Boo Boo's ex was the bartender.


In our evening at Park East, I began to notice Boo and Panda talking and laughing and caloirie counting and talking about working out. Now, I work out by my self, and never boast about it because I, quite blatantly, do not have Panda's body. I'm not rock hard, nor will I be. I've accepted that. With each eyeroll, I felt myself get angry.. and then, angry to pissed.. and then angry to fuming.


So, I exited the cocktail lounge to rediscover that burning agony of loneliness. You know, the feeling me and Panda avoid like the plague?


Off to the next location we went since the cocktail lounge was closing. This time, boyfriend was tagging along as well as his homie friend and off we went. Boo knew I was mad, Panda knew I was mad, in fact, all of effing Facebook knew I was mad (bad move, Joshua)!


So, we get to the bar and I decide to ignore the group and buy my own drink. As I sat there and started thinking. Why was I so f--king pissed? Why was I so mad?


Was it really loneliness? No.

Was it being left out? Yes.


Why?

Why did I feel this?


Well, first off..


I exited the group. I separated myself out of attention and got know where.


It was absolutely annoying to me that no one was listening.


I found a few business acquaintances as I was heading to the patio to sit in this supposed loneliness..


I started talking and laughing and cracking up the table like nothing. But something was missing. My friends were misssing.


Panda came over, "What's the matter?"

I rolled my eyes, "nothing. Just go back to your besty over there!" I snapped.


"Oh God, Joshua! Really?"


I didn't reply. But as a gentlemen would have it, he introduced himself and let me be brat.


The evening came to a close when we decided to ship out to a third location on Boo's request. I wasn't done talking and now I was on fire!


As Boo and Panda walked into another bar, I walked up the street, took a corner and went to the same tacky Gay bar, I had so much complained about.


I tried to call Boo. Panda forgot his phone and as an hour went by, I noticed no one came looking for me. I texted Granty. No reply.


Hmm.... loneliness?


Maybe not.

Jealousy?

Bingo!


What was this jealousy I had about Boo and Panda? That they had great chemistry and here I am with chemistry deactivated?


My ego.

My ego is huge! Madonna and Lady Gaga-style egos in my friendships have only worked so long before my friendships defuct over my huge ego!


As I walked home to Panda's place, I realized. I was hurt. I was really lonely, but my jealousy made a mess out of the evening.


They found me waiting in the lobby and chewed my ass and after a good ass chewing session between the threesome of us. I realized I was a jerk.


A lonely, jealous jerk.

and Boo...

she just wanted to spend time with her friends. And one was a jerk.

and Panda. Poor Panda. He had to share the same loft space tonight with the jerk that wanted him all to himself.


That selfish bastard!


Joshua, you sure know when to pick a fight, huh?


So, as I learned from all this. Exiting is good only when there is merit to exit like the networking group or gossip. But exiting sucks when people really are trying to have a good time. That's a "Debbie Downer", a "Johnny Raincloud", a buzzkill or whatever else you might call it.


So, with that said... as I look at life with me and my friend again this week, I realize why I am The Original Pretty Boy and why people would much rather know him than get involved with him on a romantic level: ego, jeolously and talk of loneliness are not hot or haute.


To my Panda, I adore you, love you and I'm sorry for being a brat again... ugh...

and to Boo-Boo, I adore you, love you and I'm sorry for being a jerk-off...ugh..

and to Granty.. why didn't you call me!! Just kidding.


I need a cocktail.. next blog..

Josh


Monday, April 12, 2010

1.03 - A story about two amazing boys.

Good morning lambs!

So, where do I begin? I'm sitting here sipping a Sobe Life Water and watching a Monday morning marathon of "Queer As Folk" on Logo. It's very very much so one of my favourite shows. It's not so much the gay content of the show or subject lines as it is the friendship and overall situations presented. For me, it's like watching "Sex and the City": highly addictive.
So, lots of things are flying through my mind this week including the plans for a highly HUGE projects or two. Yep, two of them. Two of which are so top secret, I really can't divulge too much, so what's the point of blogging? Well, it's for the sake of revealing enough until enough gets pushed into no-longer-top-secret.
With all the work on some amazing personal and professional projects, I was totally in need of some diversion this weekend.
Friday night, I decided to embark on a birthday celebration with my friend, Granty. He had informed me that he invited a couple other people I hadn't met out as well. He invited another hairdresser, his boyfriend and their friend (whom I absolutely adored). The other hairdresser actually told Granty "oh! another hairdresser?!" when he told me I was joining them that evening.
Suprisingly I felt the same and by the end of the evening, ego aside, I found a really cool vibe established after Granty and I and the rest of the group split ways. Now, Friday night, I was not really looking for a night of drinking and fun, it is the night I observe the Sabbath, but for Granty, I could defenitely make the exception! I'm sure The Creator wouldn't mind.
Granty informed me earlier that it was "not going to be a late night". I was all, "no way! I have clients in the morning, I have to be fresh".
Back in my party days, I remember partying every Friday and Saturday night and being so tired Saturday mornings at the salon. So, I nixxed Friday night happy hour and told my Kabbalah instructor, instead I was going to start obseving Shabbat at home.. And I HAVE, til this weekend! It's been almost a full year. I'm really proud of myself.
Granty asked me to the only gay bar in my area where we very lonely-like sipped on drinks until I decided to ask him to make out.. we went next door to another bar where I bumped into some clientele of mine and art folk and I began talking. As we sat there, I realized Granty was losing interest. Poor guy, he was being shuffled around and this was NOT turning into a good birthday cocktail.
I asked him again if I should make out with him as a happy b-day gift and he said, "yeah, you're cut off." Yeah- I was! Too many cocktails later, I came home and retired to a love seat in a designer room and awoke to dehydration and an 8 am wedding party.

Saturday came and went by and off to my panda's new pad I went to help fix things up, wash new dishes and fold his underwear and clothes (and try some on in the process). Panda informed me that we'd be working out before we went out. I asked him, "where should we go?"

He told me we'd be visiting the same gay bar I attended the night prior. Oh goodness! That tacky place, again?!

Before we hit the night scene, we hit the gym at Panda's complex. I am not an avid fitness guru. In fact, the more machine and buttons, the more trouble I seem to get into. So, about five minutes into hanging my legs over machines, making obscene noises and almost jacking my face up with a free weight, Panda told me to s.t.f.u. and let him work out... I was hurt..

Not really.

I think just the time together made me think: how cool. We're hanging out like we've been friends along time. I absolutely adore him. Who else can get me to do ANYTHING domestic, not many.

So, about an hour later and three YouTube episode's of "Absolutely Fabulous" later, we were off to the tacky gay bar. And wanna know something? I was excited?

I helped clean, I worked out, and now 1-on-1 time with my favourite Panda.

We drank. He bought. We drank. I bought. We drank. He bought again. I bought another round or two and we talked and talked and talked..

No other bars.
No other company.
No subject line.
Just Panda and me talking.

As the night expired, we went off for some late-night grubbin and came home. After a threat to ward off any attraction, we fell asleep like the best of party boys: young, successful, hot and gaining our fortunes.

And for the first time since my bff and our days partying together when I was her assistant, I felt the same togetherness, the same vibe, the same bond with Panda.

Very cool. The next day, it seemed like we'd spent weeks together, we were off for cocktails and discovering a local favourite (Sloppers) .. as we made phone calls before our mid-day lunch (we didn't wake up til 1:00) and a couple well-recieved declines. I realized that the weekend was made for me to have some 1-on-1 with Panda and that my time with Granty was well spent on Friday as well.

I suddenly felt young and vibrant again. I found my new crowd, my new cast for a new season of the tv series of my life.

And suddenly, lambs, all my top secret projects and lust and ambitions didn't seem to matter as much to me as being a friend to two amazing boys I simply adore: Granty and my Panda.

Much love.
Josh

Dedicated to Granty and my favourite Panda, Leon.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

1.02 - A story about grown-ups.

Good morning lambs!

It's about 2 am on Thursday morning. I'm sipping a wonderul hybrid tea mix of some organic detox and Refresh peppermint tea. I've been on this quest to flush my body of all the toxins I consistantly injest. I'm around haircolour and product all day and it doesn't help that I soak in caffiene, Hydroxycut and alcohol like people breathe oxygen, but non-the-less, a detoxed body, is a better functioning body!

So, Wednesday was quite brilliant actually. I had a TIGI Colour Class that was actually assembled by one of my local reps FOR FREE. Now, for you not in the hair industry, some of these classes range in hundreds of dollars to attend! This one, would have been, 500$ -- crazy huh!

So, I decide to move two of my appointments and support my home-girl Pam and make a local appearance. Turns out, I knew my shit! It was very gratifying and validating that I am one smart cookie in this industry and a force that (as always) is described as incredibly dominating, over-whelming and intimidating. I hope those are good and not bad. I think Madonna and Lady Gaga are all those things.. so hopefully, I'm on the right path.

I thought perhaps I'd stick around and treat our educator (who was from Toni & Guy Academy in Manhattan) out for Mexican food. He had an interest, but after creating a show-stopping consulatation and teaching techniques... I think I came off strong and scared him. So, I opted out and went shopping for my good friend and peer Lace with my best mate, Anthanasia.

Those of you close to me already know the love I have for my Anthanasia. It was like old times riding in the car and talking about colour, sex, food, and spirituality. She said she noticed the Diva tendencies in me as we shopped for Lace's gifts and when I saw the opportunity I told her, "OMG! I'm starving. Let's go get drunk and have dinner. You game?"

I asked about daycare and who my Godson was with. After all, she is a proud mama and busy hairdresser, can she really just fly on a whim like the old days when we were single and Rockstars?

She thought so.

She called her mum to pick up the girls at school.

She called her hubby, Daddy Gabe, and asked him if he'd like to go out.

All was cool and clear until Daddy Gabe text back something.. and she said, "yeah. It's not gonna work friend."

I felt that sinking again.

I felt life happen again.

My married bff was having to grow up in our thirty minute shopping trip and return to her life of momdom and wifehood.

Sometimes I wish it was like old times.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't a know-it-all.

Sometimes days when I'm not in the salon work, but man oh man, I think I spend as much time there as possible to be around her.

I miss my besty. God has blessed me with a godson and her with a phenomenal husband, but man I miss our old life at times when she was my mentor I was her assistant and Mini-Nasia.

We've grown up.

...I came home early (which never happens) and sipped on my Iced Americano and finished Chef Vonnie's Turkey Meatballs, Rotini and Arrabiata sauce from last night. Off to my studio to check out some Tweets, some e-mails and chill.

I passed out to be awakened by the Shear Genius finale (was not pleased by THAT decision) and a phone call from my panda.

I'm so proud of him! He made my night. Then his phone died. Again, that feeling. As one bff has to go home her kids, my other bf's phone dies and for once I realized as I sat to sip my Refresh-Detox hybrid at 2am the following:

GROWN-UPs Get Lonely.

Much love,
Josh

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Monday, April 5, 2010

1.01 - A story about my Panda.

Dear lambs,

If you haven't had the chance to grab Yehuda Berg's latest book called, "The Power to Change Everything", please do!


I'm about 3/4 of the way through my copy and even though I've been a student of Kabbalah since I was 18, you don't have to study Kabbalah to get the concepts in this book. In fact, I don't know if you could really even classify this as a Kabbalah book. For all my skeptical friends, this is perfect, non-offensive intro to Kabbalah through the topics of global awareness and how to change the situation we find ourselves in globally.


Please pick up a copy or read a preview online if you get a chance. E-mail feedback to me or even at Yehuda to your Twitter account and follow him at http://www.twitter.com/yehudaberg


Tonight, as I watched Food Network and made my way to Logo for a "Queer As Folk"-fest, I stopped online and did some Spring season shopping. I see alot of transitions into this Fall's take on 90s Grudge 2010 Style! Lots of prints this summer and spring lambs. Repetitive text is always haute on tees and just so you know, Converse are in until flip-flop season along with Henleys and 80s-inspired retro glasses!


Speaking of fashion, I'm taking some time to rework Shampoo Boy. Yep. Time to rework it and relaunch it. I feel like the concept is good, but the brand needs to blossom NOW.


On a professional level, life is amazing. This week, however, I had a really hard time in a meeting with my business associate and just went ape-shit! He told me things look amazing, but improvement is always expected and to me, it felt like life was always cool between the two of us both in and out of the salon. I totally had a Diva fit and he was very upset and after much heated words, we split ways for a few days and the day of split literally filled me with the most pain I've had since a break-up.


For me, "Panda" as we'll refer to him, is amazing. He is a salon mentor for both the amazing locaitons we currently have and he is a good friend to me outside of the salon. After the meeting, I found him very distraught and dissapointed with my words expressed. I thought everything was okay... but after many unanswered messages and voice-mails, I got the hint that he was angry with me. It was sad.


After another day, I began to panic! Did he hate me?!


Day three, nothing. I was officially depressed. I was over it. I was so crushed. I think what hurt me was that I just didn't want to lose my friendship with him. See, even though he is brilliant in this industry. I genuinely felt a friendship since getting to know him this January. He means so much to me. I started talking to a friend and she told me, "you pick the wrong people to like." I couldn't accept that.


I talked to another friend that told me I was snobby and rude and that that was expressed in the way I described stories about how me and Panda spent our time and our conversations.


I was crushed. Again.


Then as Sunday came and I started thinking: maybe I am a rude, snobby little c-nt. I've described myself that way. So, after reading Yehuda's book and accepting my ego and humiliation. The best thing I could do was pray that Panda would forgive me. Tonight, over a Facebook chat, I'm pretty sure he did.


I'm glad.


I thought I lost him and to my surprise. He shared the fact that he hasn't been feeling too hot lately either and needed some time away from me. It's okay: I'm a bit overwhelming.


He expressed to me that he has low self-esteem and is suffering from lack of a personal life. I told him to join the club because so was I. And all of a sudden, I realized I needed to be there again. To forgive and be there. Just let it go and be there. Don't worry about the argument. Don't worry about being a self-confessed c-nt, don't worry about others- be a friend.


If you're reading this, Panda, I'm going to tell you gain: I adore you. You are remarkable. You are handsome. You are professional and I can't go on without your guidance. I need you around and I genuinely love you to pieces. Keep it in mind.


So, to all my lambs reading this, I'm going to tell you the two rules I told him during our chat:


1. just be you.

2. remember that someone somewhere is always thinking about you and that you matter to that person even when you think nobody is thinking about you.


Much love to all my lambs and pandas out there.

Josh


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This blog is dedicated to my panda, Leon.

Happy Spring lambs! I'm back!

Happy Spring lambs!
I'm back! The Original Pretty Boy is back! It's been awhile since I decided to update the blog! I have not had a chance to actually.
With everything my blog has went through whether it was promoting my Shampoo Boy line or latest writing project or any haircare I may have wanted to push, I got tired of always being on a schedule and having a "concept" to write about. It just got boring ot me.
So, let me take this time to announce that my blog is, in fact, just a blog. Be a friend, one of my many lambs in the list of Rockstar clientele that I currently adore to pieces or a visiting family member, I want this to be a blog of honesty and what's really on my mind.
So, with that said, let's get started...