'Potential'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Don't think I haven't urged just exactly such a career change on him numerous times already.
I have several friends who are stylists, including one who chose working on hair specifically so he would have time for his music. The money's good and you can make your own hours.
If you were a stylist, I'd totally let you do it, though, O Short Hair Poobah.
Well, now, you might not realize that I gave JZ this haircut or this bob. Or any of the other pictures you've seen of her (excepting the superspy haircut).
Vortex, Marc at Mon Salon in Georgetown.
That bob is what I'm going for at my appointment next week. If I can talk my stylist into FINALLY giving me my bangs.
But! But! That's not the recipe I have!
I really don't think you should be made to suffer because of a faulty recipe.
Vortex, Marc at Mon Salon in Georgetown.
Georgetown? Dare I ask what they charge for a haircut? I just want my ends trimmed and two long layers. Why is that $70?
Home sweet home!
How did I manage to get to two grocery stores on opposite ends of town, spend $250, and get home in two hours?! I was certain it would take at least three and reserved the car for four, just in case. Craziness!
Of course, now all of the groceries sit in the entryway downstairs, 'cause I'm too lazy to carry them up.
::holds up an indeterminate collection of fingers:: Buffista honor!
Schroedinger's digits!
I think I need to bring a picture of Jilli in for her and have her concoct something special. "So think: Edwardian, goth, perky, blithe, witty, stylish and chocolate."
I need to go there. Just in case you hadn't figured that out.
I don't know what I'm going to wear to Prom. I mean, I have a vague idea, but I need to try stuff on this weekend and do alterations and generally flail about. And then write a packing list.
