Yeah, I could see her as a Sophie.
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
And oh yeah,
The team named after animals wins handily.
In this case, neither one! Kinda.
My living room before the present one was a color close to that. I liked it quite a lot.
Cute new kitty! The lighting really changes her look, doesn't it? Neat. I could see her being a Sophie.
The place with the gumbo I like in San Jose flies in Leidenheimer's bread for their po'boys. I wouldn't have thought I would care about that, but it does make a difference.
If I indeed have an interview coming up, should I go in with my hair freshly shorn? It's kind of nothing right now, just a uniform ~1cm length. I'd be cutting it to 3mm. I feel more polished that way. But I do get that it's a bit...alternate. But that's my normal haircut when I'm putting any effort into my appearance.
It's kind of a tradeoff on: (1) What makes ita most confident and feeling pulled together; and (2) What's most comforting and normative to the interviewer.
In an interview situation (with going-back-Jamaica-to-live-with-my-parents as one of the potential negative results) I'd opt for (2).
Maybe I could bleach it again? I think I have the supplies under my sink.
I just don't feel pulled together with this hair. It feels indicative of sloth.
But your point is well taken.
Bleaching could be a good compromise for you.
When you look in the mirror you'll feel like you.
I say bleach it, ita. I think you look great with blonde hair, and I don't think the length would matter.
Cute kitty, Perkins. I think you should call her Tickybox because it would make me laugh, but Sophie is good too. Franny's best friend is Sophie. It's a good name.
I'm watching an old 30 Rock and now I want Comanaproxil.
I don't want to wake up to npr disaster coverage. Good wishes to my astronauts.
Taco Bell has wee, luchador thumb wrestlers in their kids meals! I just have to figure out how to get them away from the kids.
Dios mio! I see a Taco Bell trip in my future.
Neighbor made margaritas for the backyard earlier and now I have a headache. Shouldn't have had one on an empty stomach.
(And Dylan threw up in bed again. Too much sun & cheese puffs today!)
Perhaps he snuck a margarita. How to tell: was he doing the Mexican hat dance, or any other stereotyped activity?