decision 2012

Ah, the election.  What is there to say, really, that hasn't already been said?  It came, it went, and here we are.  I'm glad it's over.  And now we can all smoke a doobie [in my state and Washington] to help shake off yesterday's stress.  My sentiments on the whole ridiculous ordeal can be summed up, in #somygeneration style, in my Facebook status:

 

"I guess it's true: once you go black, you never go back. 

And all you republicans need to relax -

we're all gonna be dead in like two months anyway."

kitchen lessons

Note to self: always stay current on running the garbage disposal.  Because if you don't, you are inevitably going to drop something valuable down there. And guess who's fishing around for it in three days' worth of rotting leftover food goo.  THIS GUY.

 

Sincerely,

Garlic Quinoa Eggs Benedict Fingers

a hairy subject

Well, it’s fall.  And apparently hurricane season, too.  (#frankenstorm!)  All this wackiness in the air has me in the mood for change.  Methinks it’s time for… 

A HAIR MAKEOVER.

 

Here's where I'm at: I’ve been trying to grow my hair out for the last, I dunno, three years or so.  It started when I moved to Colorado.  Before that, when I lived in Florida, my hair was very unhappy – I mean that state is like 97% humidity; you’re basically living in a soup can.  And my hair, which is somewhere between naturally wavy and chemically fucked, just cannot stand up to all that moisture.  My only defense was keeping it short. But when I moved to Colorado, a state as dry and square as a piece of toast, I discovered that (gasp!) my hair was not actually the dime store Halloween wig I thought it was.  It could actually behave; it could SUBMIT!  So I started to let it grow.  And it has grown, albeit very, very slowly.  And it was looking pretty good for a while.  Last year was a high point - a cherry cola red with blunt bangs.  But these days it’s looking a little… bleh.  It’s kind of damaged, kind of thin.  It just hangs here on my shoulders, all dull and sad.  Longish, but really rather pointless.  Honestly, I wear it up most days.  I’m definitely in a rut.  And what's the point of long hair if it looks like crap and you have to "fix" it every day anyway?  So I'm thinking...

THE WAVY  BOB!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And dare I maybe even...

OMBRE BOB?!

 

 

 

 Like, with a pretty brown up top and my red at the ends? 

Heh?  Heh?  Whatcha think?