Oh, Hec. I met a stylist over the weekend who is after your heart. We were talking while I did up her contract and I mentioned how the last time I got my hair done with highlights and base it took 5 hours. She gaped and I told her my hair was down to my shoulders and she did all of it. (She went through 4 boxes of foil. Oyvey!) She told me she never did that and that I should never ever ever grow my hair out because "A lot of women would kill to be able to pull off short hair like that. Leave it alone."

Robin, I think that cut is cute. Frankly, between your cutting your hair, Allyson cutting hers, and that pic of Chrissie Hynde, I have been tempted to cut my hair as well. But we'll see. It'll have to be something that is as close to brush-and-go as possible. (Even that's a bit much. I've been known to skip the brush on some days.)

"A lot of women would kill to be able to pull off short hair like that. Leave it alone."

Yeah, well, cheekbones like yours are in short supply.

::swoons a little at thought of Burrell with Chrissie Hynde haircut::

::swoons a little at thought of Burrell with Chrissie Hynde haircut::

You are sweet, although I have no illusions about looking like Chrissie. But I think it's a fabulous cut all the same.

You are sweet, although I have no illusions about looking like Chrissie. But I think it's a fabulous cut all the same.

It is a great cut, but even cooler on a professor. Also, you can practice telling your department chair, "Not me baby, I'm too precious. Fuck off."

Love. Also, my brain is reminding me of Phoebe telling CH how to play "Smelly Cat", which, although random, is sort of a cute thought.

Health ~ma to your cousin, Spidra. I hope it turns out to be nothing.

My husband thought I might be interested in road-tripping with some of his Frisbee team this summer for a week. Silly husband, he knows I don't speak Frisbee, but I've got to give him points for trying.

Sigh. Mildly disappointing start to the day. My mobile phone prepaid account has run out. Time for a plan, so I won't just top up, and in the meantime I can't send messages to the Wallybee (something along the lines of "You should get a badge saying 'Irresistible to Penguins'."). And I had an unpleasant dream last night. My subconscious knows the buttons. I dreamt Bec wanted to leave me.

Oh, and I'm checking out my finances, and my trip to the States and my trip to Canberra are making themselves felt. (Thanks to the judicious use of frequent flyer points, the Canberra long weekend is costing more so far.) I'd saved the necessary funds beforehand, but it's still not so much fun watching it disappear. Ah well.

Quick! Someone come up with something happymaking!

Hee. My iPod just started playing "Sympathy for the Devil". Given the date, that qualifies as happymaking.

Quick! Someone come up with something happymaking!

Dude. The Wallybee. Does it get more happymaking than that?