Quick! Someone grab the digitalis. Hec just sent his heart rate soaring.

You underestimate how much of my baseline heart rate is spent on such idle thoughts.

I used to only go to barbers (male) because hairdressers (male or female, but predominantly female) would try and give me input into how I should do my hair.

Barbers, NSM.

Then I realised I have the easiest haircut in the world, and with a pair of clippers with a #2 guard and a couple mirrors I was set.

Then I realised I have the easiest haircut in the world, and with a pair of clippers with a #2 guard and a couple mirrors I was set.

Mmmm.

There's no way I could go to a barber. I love this new haircut, and it is hella sculpted.

I do have to find a new product, though. The wax I use was made by a very small company that has no gone under. Pout.

I've skipped to say

HAPPY ADMIN PROFESSIONAL'S DAY!!!

May all the admins be treated as nicely as I have been!

Having a mother who's a beauty school dropout almost keeps pace with my fast-growing hair. She doesn't have a...pole, though. I'm not saying nothing, Bot...I know how it is to be out of day job and feel that one must account for your time. my fantasies aren't quite so specific though.

Lots of good news! Yay for Bobby and for vw's mom!

With the weird curl my hair has, I can't go the barbershop route. The stylist is expensive (but I'm worth it), but better than me sobbing my eyes out for days and threatening to trash the bitch's car what did this to my hair.

Um, not that that's ever happened.

Usually when I'm overseas I just give up and go the sasquatch route [link] , but have been disinclined to do that this time for various reasons.

There are some very trustworthy hairstylists in San Francisco. ijs.

I don't know if I'll have time! Otherwise, I so would do this. Maybe if Vortex goes to get something wild done with her hair I will accompany her and get my hair done too.

Their working theory is that she only does it when she's under stress and may not be 100% aware of her behaviour. Weird.

That's freaky. I worked with a woman for a bit who went through people's desks after work. She only hit the desks of people she didn't like/was threatened by, so I assume she was looking for something incriminating. People hated having to lock their desks, so I picked the lock on hers one morning (she didn't come in until ~10) and left a note that said "STOP GOING THROUGH OTHER PEOPLE'S DESKS!! -God" Which pretty much stopped it.

Raq = Gorgeous.

I want to look like her, but me, when I grow up.

Yay for Bobby's successful surgery.

Someone tell me to go pack something or organize something. I am overwhelmed and don't know what to do next.

I picked the lock on hers one morning (she didn't come in until ~10) and left a note that said "STOP GOING THROUGH OTHER PEOPLE'S DESKS!! -God"

Bwah!