Tuesday, August 7, 2007


I think I may know now why drug dealers give the first hit of crack to the new guy. It's just good business sense.

Seriously, when I went to see my hairdresser, she pleaded with me to let her tame the caterpillars above my eyes. Please, she asked, I just went to a class and learned some great new tricks, so went the excuse. And I let her. And it wasn't so bad.

And now, all I can think of is how badly I want to go back and have her do it again. I'm an addict after the first hit. She has a client for life.

And P.S. to my dad -- please, when my car breaks down, will you fix it like you fixed mom's?

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