somehow it always sneaks up on me and I never realize what's happening until I'm too already depressed to stop it. Somehow I need to work out a "early alert" system. The sympathetic company is a boon, believe me. Even if I don't talk about it, it's good to know there are people around who understand.
Zen is me.
::hugs Zen just because::
I got my hair cut today by the fabulous Erica, who cuts the hair of Kristin and Aimee and Drew, among others. She is a genius and I am very happy with the beautiful red color and the cut. The first thing she asked me was "Are you one of those Buffy lovers?"
Woohoo Erica!
We are going to need pictures.
Hey, we can cling together, Zen.
::also sort of needed that::
Pictures! I want sexy Robin hair pictures, because my hair is at the lamest, soccer-mommish growing-out stage ever, and causes me daily anguish.
I got my hair cut today by the fabulous Erica, who cuts the hair of Kristin and Aimee and Drew, among others. She is a genius and I am very happy with the beautiful red color and the cut. The first thing she asked me was "Are you one of those Buffy lovers?"
Yay! I'm filled with glee.
I want sexy Robin hair pictures, because my hair is at the lamest, soccer-mommish growing-out stage ever, and causes me daily anguish.
We need to fly you out to LA to see Erica.
Ok. Maybe my story was funnier if you were here and saw how craxed Mr. Jane was over the sand.
We need to fly you out to LA to see Erica.
::waits patiently for ticket to arrive::
I also really want to change my color, but I don't have the funds to pay someone, and I'm afraid to do something drastic myself.
Of course, I consider drastic, like, light reddish brown instead of golden blone, so take that as you will.
No, no, "maybe it was the big bag of sand" was hilarious! I just forgot to comment because my head is elsewhere. I'm not even sure where. Probably not stayin one place long enough to get it's bearings and report back, frankly.
Will never live it down. I'm replying now to everything he says very literally after a while.