Friday, April 30, 2004

What Was I Thinking?

I spent most of the day at the hairdresser's, having my hair streaked. My butt is sore from all the sitting, and my wallet is much lighter now. The result: hair exactly as it was when I entered the cavernous place this morning. The streaks I chose were the color of my hair...

Why can't I be normal, just once?
Does this sort of thing ever happen to you?