March 12
 
 
 

Welcome to Friday!   My hair is nice and fluffy and full but also very weird.  It's definitely hard to explain, but imagine if you glued semi-hard strips of hair onto your hair and had to walk around like that.  I'm not convinced the whole world doesn't know, you know, that it's a weave, but really, I very rarely come in contact with the WHOLE WORLD, anad if I did, would they be looking at my hair?  I doubt it.  They'd be looking at my fabulous RACK!  The whole experience of having hair glued to my hair by a thumb-tipless woman was kind of surreal, as was the fact that something that probably, had I gone to a normal place, taken about an hour but instead took THREE because she stopped about 50 times.  To answer the phone.  TO DYE SOMEONE ELSE'S HAIR.  To stop and have a beer with a woman who came in for a visit.  In the end, they all (the visiting woman-a massage therapist & herbalist, the hair dye woman--nearly bald, Italian, sat there moaning about the world and how horrible it was, and Lucinda) stared at my finished head, and practically cheered.  If someone had busted out in the Star Spangled Banner, I wouldn't have been at all suprised.  "She's like the Mona Lisa!"  the angry Italian woman said "A perfect face!!"

You think she was calling me fat?
 
 

I had to drop Grayson off at the animal hospital today, which leaves me a worrying mess all day.  The scene in the waiting room was something like I imagine the waiting room outside a torture chamber would be.  Eight dogs, crying and shivering, tails firmly between legs.  Grayson actually leapt on the bench behind me to hide.  Eventually, curiosity got the best of ALL the dogs and there was a little butt sniffing and sizing up of their possible cage next door neighbors.  Will I be able to call my dog a redneck when she's got two less teeth?  I see a lot of jokes about her in my future, but dogs don't know when you're making fun of them
 

And lastly, the Friday song.  It's called "Last High" by the Dandy Warhols, but when you look at (or at least when I look at) the mp3 name, I can't read it as anything but Las Thigh.  Ooh, so sexy!!  Anyhow, the CD "Welcome to the Monkey House" was on constant play in my car for the entire time I was on strike.  Who knows why?  I guess I found it soothing.  But now, when I hear it, all I can think of is walking around with the ON STRIKE sign.  Coincidentally, after the two weeks I've had, I would be okay with another strike right about now.
 

Oh, and isn't the new image on my index page dope?  Who SAYS I've got no skills?  That's skills IN YOUR FACE!!!
 
 

Oh, OH!  Lastly.  A giant congratulations to my good friends, Jessamyn and Geoff.  Jessie gave birth to an absolutely beautiful girl on the 7th.   She crapped on the table, and don't let her tell you she didn't.
 
 
 
 

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