[whole rant on appearance deleted]

Yarg. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to annoy anyone or cause a rant. I was just commenting on the wonkiness of my brain.

Ooops -- it was a rant in a total other direction, actually. It had nothing to do with how the Buffistas appear in Jilli's brain. Hell, I'm just happy to be IN Jilli's brain. I've never SEEN pink bats before!

Hell, I'm just happy to be IN Jilli's brain. I've never SEEN pink bats before!

I've been training them to deliver tea & cookies! They hardly ever spill things anymore ...

juliana has short, emo/rocker hair in a beautifully unnatural dark red.

Aaaagh! Jilli called me emo! I must whine and wear skinny pants now!

(Hee!)

Dark red, check - I'm attempting to have ruby-colored hair. It's also growing out nicely from the massive damage done over the past year, so hopefully I'll be able to return to the more shattered-line styles soon.

Jilli, of course, is always impeccably done up and in a white-and-black striped peplum, avec Clovis.

Aaaagh! Jilli called me emo! I must whine and wear skinny pants now!

You have the very cool haircut that all emoboy guitarist aspire to. In my head.

Jilli, of course, is always impeccably done up and in a white-and-black striped peplum, avec Clovis

I'm actually not wearing any stripy clothes today, but that's because they would clash with the b&w skull flats.

t tangent-y

On the bus home last night, I saw a man who was A DEAD RINGER for John Winchester. Not the actor, but the character. I spent the rest of the bus ride wondering if we were going to be attacked by demons. Much more exciting than the usual commute home, let me tell you.

t /tangent-y

I saw a man who was A DEAD RINGER for John Winchester. Not the actor, but the character.

flies up to Seattle, takes Jilli's commute home

My hair is like fucking shocking bombshell blonde now. Like at the f2f. Cause we left highlights on for an hour and my hair is a fiend. Well, it loves chemicals. So, it was like "Highlight this, motherfucker."

Sorry to post and run--I had to go out today and had an appointment with a preschool I didn't want to miss.

Two spots on the corner of my eye *may* be shingles but they could be zits. Am waiting to see if they actually develop.

P&J are cutieheads. I saw her on a piece on 60 minutes or something or other--she was playing cards (poker, natch) with her ex, Sam Simon (one of the Simpon's creators) and Drew Carey. Since she was married to Simon, she gets a piece of the Simpsons action. So I'm assuming she doesn't really need to make money acting or even playing cards.

Owen's looking at my library book, Elizabeth's London. I don't know whether to be scared or thrilled. Best go rescue it in case it should be the former.

So now I'm wondering if which hair Jilli remembers me with, since I've had everything from bad 70's porn star long hair to short black hair since I've been on the board.

On the bus home last night, I saw a man who was A DEAD RINGER for John Winchester. Not the actor, but the character. I spent the rest of the bus ride wondering if we were going to be attacked by demons.

They wouldn't dare. Jilli would merely bap them soundly with a parasol and they'd flee, howling.

Back from doctor. She fell in love with Mom, is amazed that she has no chronic illnesses, takes no medication, and is willing to be engaged in conversation. She's recommending a weekend at hospice for Mom just go give us a break, and hot and cold running aides and volunteers thereafter to ease things for us a little. Someone is still going to have to convince me that DH and I can leave the house at the same time for the length of a movie, though. I can't quite believe in it.

Have left work. Am hanging with Mr. Jane for a bit before going home to wallow.

Looking forward to pics of Aimee's new do.

For now I have pics of the Cherub's birthday to console me.