It's Women's History Month.

Several years back my town used to have a Women's History Month festival kind of thing, but then they stopped -- maybe lack of partcipation. I'm trying to think if it happened around the time the feminist/queer bookstore closed (the owner closed it for health reasons and there's never been another. I loved that bookstore).

The airport here had a dedication ceremony for the bust of Amelia Earhart that was added to the aviation museum.

It wasn't even a joke. I thought you did mean compote. Lee, it doesn't have to have figs -- that's like disliking cupcakes because they're chocolate (okay, maybe the cupcake example is completely unrealistic).

When I saw a picture of myself at an uncle's funeral that came in the middle of me taking too-large doses of narcotic painkillers and trying to deal with the knee injury, I had collarbones that could have cut glass.

It was pretty horrible, and I can't believe no one told me.

*sigh* I need a cut and color.

I had collarbones that could have cut glass.

I looked like this when I was going through my at-the-gym-for-an-hour-everyday-consuming-1000 callories-a-day-taking-4-Xenadrine-a-day phase. No one told me either. I looked like a bird. But then, I look at the pictures and say, "See? Right here? Flabby and gross. Soooo fat."

*sigh* I need a cut and color.

Me, too. But it's not going to happen for another week and a half at the soonest, because I did something wonky to my budget such that, if I put off paying my phone bill until the end of next week (it's due today), I'll just barely be able to put gas in my car and get minor groceries. I am such a poor planner, damn it.

But I'm thinking it's time for the angled bob. I have entirely too much hair right now, and it's getting willful and unruly. And I want to go either blondier or brown. Can't decide.

I have to wait until the 15th. It's strange not getting paychecks, but still having a job.

I'm getting a shorter version of the bob-ish cut I have now and going back to red. It's spring. I want brightness. What I really want...really really really....are Betty Page bangs. But my stylist says my face is too square for them.

*sigh* I need a cut and color.

Me too. Color is next week because my roots are really starting to bother me.

going back to red. It's spring. I want brightness.

I can't do red. I'm too pink. That's why I'm toying with the idea of brown.

I can't help laughing when I pull out the your-crazy-is-better-than-my-crazy schtick.

I fear I too have had some secret envy for the people who lose weight when they're depressed. I read atheory that for some people it takes energy for them to eat and for others it takes energy for them to not eat. Hit with depression, the first group loses weight and the second gains. I am in the gaining category.

I went to a counselor this morning. She seems okay, but this morning was mainly a "who are you and why are you here" session.

I can't do red. I'm too pink. That's why I'm toying with the idea of brown.

A gorgeous golden brown would look awesome.