I actually shocked the poor boy doing my hair this afternoon because I told him that I'd never colored my hair.

Gasp!

Well, you'd hardly need to. You have lovely hair. Still, with the fun.

My "free makeup touchup" guy seemed pretty startled by my not having any real opinion about makeup at all.

I just got back from getting my hair cut too, though it's far less exciting, since it's the same style I always get.

ETA: I think I'm the only one in my immediate family who's never colored their hair. My mother's dyed hers auburn as long as I can remember, my brother has had hair every color of the rainbow, my sister's done assorted highlights and other shade-changing things and my dad dyed his hair back to it's original color once because his co-workers kept asking him why he never tried to cover up the gray, but then everyone thought it looked weird when he did.

Well, I did have my hair "spray-painted" green for a production of the Hobbit in highschool (the director wanted all the dwarves to have hair and beard colors that matched their outfits. Yes, I was a dwarf who was just as tall as Gandalf.) but I don't think that really counts.

Still, with the fun.

Yes, this. I was just thinking maybe highlights. And now I have at least two people willing to go with me to Sephora for free makeup consultations.

I'm going to a birthday beach party in Michigan next Friday, so now I have a deadline to look more bigcityfied.

Shrift with pretty new hair!

Hiya, all. I was gone, hanging out with slashers in the wilds of Canada. But now I'm back and it's work-time again.

Very nice, shrift!

I had the fastest and easiest delivery in the history of ever (45 minutes from hospital arrival to birth).

Dag, flea! Go you.

OK, also, I know we have a movie thread and whatever, but can I just say how disappointed I am with the previews for My Super Ex-Girlfriend? So much potential, but so much woman-hating and yuck.

Very nice length! And, looking at the non-hair parts of you, it must be noted that damn, you have a fantastic mouth.

What JZ said, shrift. Also, I saw nothing in that photo that looked like crap. Personally, I think you're adorable and I love your eyes and smile.

Speaking of hair, I'm going to a new hair stylist this Friday. Please to think all sorts of kind thoughts for me, because, frankly, while I enjoy getting my hair cut and having my hair cut, thinking about it a-head (yes, bad pun!) of time still scares me a bit. meep.

Oh my god, y'all.

Home. Home. Home. Thank ever-loving Jesus.

I don't know what's going to happen. The fall-out from today will come down over the next week or two and things could be really, really ugly.

At least my minion and I going out to suck down liquor after work kept him from being on the train that fucking caught fire. [Me: "I saved your life!" Him: "Yeah, wait'll tomorrow before I decide to thank you or kick your ass."]

But I'm home. I have beer (not enough). I have Fernet that I went several miles out of my way in the middle of a transit crisis to acquire (too much). [I have brother who called from Moscow with a life crisis on my way home - is it wrong to be glad that the Russian phone system is so bad we lost the connection three times and he finally stopped calling back?] I have dog who...goddammit, now? No way, you can chilll for a bit.

Who'dve thought that a three am dog gastric emergency would be the high point of my day.

And oh, fuck, I forgot to call someone whose birthday it is.

And I have no one to make out with.

In conclusion, can this day just be over please?

Dag, brenda. That does not sound like a good day. If you go to bed right now, it will be over, though.