WWMD

No, it is not WMD. It is WWMD, as in What Would Mulder Do. This is the question I ask myself when facing life-altering decisions. The question I am currently facing is, what should I do with my hair? Sure, laugh away, cuz that's what I'm doing.. "life-altering" indeed! But really, my hair is longer than it has been in a long long time. Perhaps the longest it has ever been.. I'm liking having long hair.. I should clarify that what you're thinking of long hair might not be relevant in this case. You see, I'm using the term "long hair" relative to how long MY hair usually is.. It's long for me because it's tickling parts of my face that aren't used to being touched by my own hair.. The front of my hair, when pulled straight down, reaches exactly to the bottom tip of my chin. I didn't know that until I just pulled my hair down prior to that previous sentence. The thing is, it's getting warmer, and baseball season is starting and I don't think this 'do will look good in a baseball hat.. Gruber anyone? For a while now I've been letting it grow longer as I consider what to do, until I come to a decision. The thing is, I've been doing a lot of considering and so far there isn't any decision to speak of.. Meanwhile the hair just keeps on going.. A couple of weeks ago I was thinking about Billy Crudup's character in the movie Big Fish. (Great movie by the way.) But upon further review his hair is shorter than I had remembered. Perhaps his hair in Without Limits would be better! (Great movie by the way.) I don't know.. More considering needed I guess..

In this case, I don't know what Mulder would do, so I now give you a song.. (by "a song" I suppose I mean "the written lyrics of a song")

"David Duchovny" by Bree Sharp

It's Sunday night, I am curled up in my room
The tv light fills my heart like a balloon
I hold it in best I can, I know I'm just another fan
But I can't help feeling I could love this secret agent man
And I can't wait anymore for him to discover me
I got it bad for David Duchovny
David Duchovny, why won't you love me?
Why won't you love me?
My friends all tell me 'Girl you know it's just a show,'
But deep within his eyes I see me wrapped up like a bow
Watching the sky for a sign, the FBI's on my mind
I'm waiting for the day when my lucky stars align
In the form of David Duchovny floating above me
In the alien light of the spaceship of love
David Duchovny, hovering above me
American Heathcliff, brooding and coming
David Duchovny, why won't you love me
Why won't you love me, why won't you love me?
So smooth and so smart, he's abducted my heart
And I'm falling apart from the looks I've received from those eyes
I can't believe, well you can say I'm naive
But he told me to believe
My bags are packed, I am ready for my flight
Gonna put an end to my daydream days and sleepless nights
Sitting like a mindless clone, wishing he would tap my phone
Just to hear the breath of the man, the myth, the monotone
And I would say David Duchovny, why won't you love me
Why won't you love me, why won't you love me?
David Duchovny, why won't you love me
Why won't you love me, why won't you love me?
David Duchovny, I want you to love me
To kiss and to hug me, debrief and debug me
David Duchovny, I know you could love me
I'm sweet and I'm cuddly
I'm gonna kill Scully
David Duchovny, why won't you love me
Why won't you love me, why won't you love me?