I, like Laura, go back and forth with my hair. I'll grow it for a while and then chop it all off. It was to the middle of my back when I started posting among the Buffistae, and thanks to my over-weaning ego and the digital camera, you have all have regular updates on my hair progress over the past six years. Right now, it's just about shoulder length. I'm growing it out because Joe said that he really liked my hair long, way back when. But I think the difference there is that if I were to chop it all off, he'd still think I was hot and try to jump me just as much as if I had extensions put in that reached my ass.

My ultimate dream hair is Dorothy after her makeover at the Emerald City Spa. Also? I'd like to use a snood.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIANA!

But I think the difference there is that if I were to chop it all off, he'd still think I was hot and try to jump me just as much as if I had extensions put in that reached my ass.

This is absolutely true.

Also - I'd like to toss a good news out there:

I just found out that I was awarded a Foundation scholarship for next fall and next winter at my college! WOOHOO!!!

Yay, Aims! You rock!!!

Now that the plantar fasciitis in my right foot has cleared up, apparently, I'll be having it in my left foot now.

Yeah. That's how it went with me too- it sucked! I was wearing sneakers non stop for the better part of a year.

Also, I am Teppy WRT owning my own appearance

Happy Birthday to Juliana!

Exactly, I don't hesitate to tell DH how I prefer he wear his hair/beard/clothes, but it doesn't mean I expect him to follow my whim. He expresses his opinion on how he likes my hair, etc., but always makes me feel that I look great.

Just had to use my Big Girl Voice with an online pharmacy.

I paid for overnight shipping. Nothing came yesterday. I'm told its coming today.

"We'll refund part of the shipping and charge you for two day"

"No. You'll refund all of the shipping because I sat around here yesterday waiting for UPS and now I'm going to have to find somebody to do that today."

Ugh. Now I have to find someone to sit around here all day. (Hopefully one of the roommates will be around)

I don't think I've ever told a man I was involved with that I thought he should change his appearance.

I have? In fact, I believe I told Paul he is never allowed to shave his beard off again, because it makes him look like Peter Lorre, and that shit just ain't right.

And, see, once again I prove that I am a RAGING ASSHOLE.

Sorry.

I've told Stephen about a billion times that he shaves off his beard and mustache over my dead body.

Sorry again.

I'm not trying to be a dick (well, I don't *have* to try, since I *am* one so effortlessly); I just have issues which I will try to shut the fuck up about since everyone can already recite my issues and the medications that I have taken for them.

I'm growing it out because Joe said that he really liked my hair long, way back when. But I think the difference there is that if I were to chop it all off, he'd still think I was hot and try to jump me just as much as if I had extensions put in that reached my ass.

t not shutting the fuck up, because (see above) I am a dick

You know something? I think I'd be okay less upset when a man tells me what change I should make to my appearance to be considered attractive *if* it were ever delivered in a manner that didn't make me think that I'm still attractive not actively repulsive if I *didn't* make the recommended change.

It's like -- I already *know* in what ways I'm not attractive; it just kills something inside me when people tell me what *else* is apparently not attractive enough. This is all I have to work with, you know?

I'd like to toss a good news out there:

Woo! Excellent news.

In matters not pertaining to me being a dick:

Happy Birthday juliana!!!!!