My hair is the longest it's been since I was 12, and I have no idea what to do with it. I am hair-styling challenged. I'm not good at holding my arms above my head; I can get almost any brush hopelessly tangled in my hair; I have thick hair that takes forever to dry; and I think fooling with my hair is boring.
Like any of that's enough to fight the Dark Master. Bator.
Xander ,'Lessons'
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Ginger - Jul 16, 2008 12:20:48 pm PDT #7289 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Atropa - Jul 16, 2008 12:21:15 pm PDT #7290 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Ah-ha! Thank you for the links, Hec!
Laura - Jul 16, 2008 12:21:36 pm PDT #7291 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
My hair is longer than it has been in years. A few inches past shoulder length. I've had it long most of my life so it feels comfortable. It lasts down until about noon then it is twisted up for the rest of the day. Time for some more red though.
Ginger - Jul 16, 2008 12:23:05 pm PDT #7292 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
The last time my hair was long, my mother braided it every day.
Calli - Jul 16, 2008 12:25:04 pm PDT #7293 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I have an above-chin length bob these days. It's very wash and wear, which is what I look for in a hair cut.
Laura - Jul 16, 2008 12:29:35 pm PDT #7294 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
My hair is so fine that even when very long it is wash and wear. Never even use a dryer. Untangle and walk out the door. It is dry by the time I get to where I am going. Not so fancy chick.
JZ - Jul 16, 2008 12:30:31 pm PDT #7295 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Bluch. I just saw one of my ex-co-workers walking into the building, probably for an architectural planning meeting. I partly really, really wanted to stop him and say, "HI! Hey! Guess what? I got a raise and a return to normal human work hours and everyone thinks I'm brilliant and loves my independent problem-solving skills! Just out of idle curiosity, how many of my replacements have your bosses ground through by now?"
I didn't, though, partly out of cowardice and partly because he's already indicated that he Does Not Know Me, Sir (Matilda and I were having brunch with javachik a few weeks ago, and he was sitting a couple of tables away, so I clearly saw him see me and then decide not to see me).
Now I just feel queasy. Not hairpat queasy, more "this quease would fade if I could just punch someone in the face right now" queasy.
Daisy Jane - Jul 16, 2008 12:35:53 pm PDT #7296 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I know that feeling well, JZ. Maybe think all that stuff at him real hard and then smile as he walks by.
brenda m - Jul 16, 2008 12:38:35 pm PDT #7297 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I think you should practice your superior smirk in case you see him again, and otherwise let it go.
Laura - Jul 16, 2008 12:39:14 pm PDT #7298 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
JZ, just be sure to display your radiant joy at not working where you aren't appreciated anymore. Laugh, smile, let there be no doubt that you are the lucky one here. I am so glad you are away from that toxic office.