the real question is: in a squash court do you punch the cheetah or not?
I had a very frustrating convo with guy at church who keeps asking me out. Nice enough person, but he doesn't listen. He may be attracted to me, but he continually tells me he thinks we connect - and it just seems more and more obvious to me that he has an idea of what I am because I lived in NYC and went to a NE liberal arts school and yadda yadda. He's in academia and likes to discuss things and be very cerebral. I want to tell him that just because I get more of his references than the other people in our class it does not mean we are BFF or soulmates. He gets close to none of my more mainstream pop culture references.
the real question is: in a squash court do you punch the cheetah or not?
Hee.
That guy possibly thinks you're as close to ideal as he's going to find in your area? I mean, of course you are, but maybe not vice-versa.
We're okay in West Chester, but I was surprised to find lots of school closings and delays on the news this morning.
A friend of mine in Emmaus sent her kid off for his first day of Kindergarten on Tuesday, and he's been home ever since!
Punch the cheetah.
My car started this morning, but as I turned the key I had momentary panic.
I have to go forth to Twitter to convince an actor that I'm not psychotic and to email me. I hate this shit. Also, I have four hours worth of work to stretch into eight. It's the shitty part of a three day week in which everyone is on vacation and so I am left with dreaded filing.
Quick hair dye question, in case anyone is an expert:
I'm dying it a much brighter red, and right now it's... kind of a dark auburny red. I actually dyed it brown last time, but it's been red for so many years that I don't think it's ever going to fully go away. It's probably a bit too dark to take to the brighter red easily, so I was thinking of trying the most obnoxiously bright red shade I can possibly find in the store to see if that ends up being a normal, awesome bright red?
I know that it would be easier to just get it done in a salon, but I'm a) still scarred from the bad haircut, and b) don't have any money.
@MRaymondJames Minear's asst JG doesn't have your email. Allyson.Beatrice@gmail.com I swear I'm not psychotic. Just a PITA. Thx 4 Q&A.
I feel like a jackass.
You know what they say: crime doesn't pay if you're made of clay.
Gumby’s fumbled robbery
Gumby attempted to rob a 7-11 store in San Diego on Monday but failed, in part because he couldn't get into his pockets to retrieve his weapon. Police are offering a $1,000 award leading to his arrest which could land him in the pokey. Get it? Pokey? Er... From SanDiego.com:
Gumby walked up to the cashier and said to the clerk, “This is a robbery,” San Diego police Detective Gary Hassen said. The clerk thought it was a joke and told Gumby that he had to go back to cleaning. Gumby insisted that the robbery was real and proceeded to reach into his Gumby-like pockets as if he were looking for a weapon, of which was never produced. The Gumby costume impeded his efforts to reach into his pockets and after fumbling around for several minutes, Gumby gave up his efforts and walked out of the store after dropping 26 cents out of his pocket.
u r not jackass. u r sassy smart beauty.
The Gumby costume impeded his efforts to reach into his pockets and after fumbling around for several minutes, Gumby gave up his efforts and walked out of the store after dropping 26 cents out of his pocket.
That is fantastic. I always love when criminals are too stupid to actually accomplish what they are trying to do.
The brighter red will be very very bright at the roots and darker toward the ends where the old dye resides. You're pretty much tossing bleach on it, I think. I just had my hair alternately bleached/dyed black and had the purple tossed on top. It looks pretty cool. Maybe try a bleach kit to put in some highlights and then toss a demi on top?
I have filing to do too, and lots of other equally boring and distasteful tasks and then I have to drive three hours to help a student write an appeal letter, and then I have my women's bible study group. But right now I doubt I am doing any of that; instead I am lying under my cool sheets hoping the ibuprofen kicks in soon. Did I mention how I hate cramps? Oh, right, that was in Bitches. But I do. I really really do. Chill out, body, we are not having children and it's ok!
