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Impulsive Grrrl
Aug. 13th, 2004 12:28 pmI decided, in the middle of a meeting with our PR people this morning, that I couldn't live another minute without a haircut. Because the ends were getting kind of ratty, and I was more bushy than curly, and how could I possibly live like that? So with the trusty Google locator, I found a nearby salon that took walk-ins (not hard to do in The Big City). Soooo, now, after spending some time with "Louis", and spending a little more money than I normal would have, I am now bouncy and curly again. It's actually a little more layered and angled, so there's more body and style to it. Am very happy. I kind of dug Louis, too, he had a very soothing touch. Treated my head like I was a baby bird or something. Very nice.
The sudden need to be fussed over may have something to do with the fact that the hormones are running wild. I spent yesterday with my breasts getting more and more sore as the day went on--yes, it's PMS time again, except that I'm only a little more than halfway through my cycle. Oh good, at least 10 or so days of having two large tender lumps of flesh on my chest, so sensitive that a slight breeze brings pain. And my husband thinks I'm joking when I say "stop looking at them, I can feel it!!!".
By time I leave for vacation next Wednesday I should be in full bitch bloom. But then again, being with my sisters always makes me happy. We will eat and drink and dig our toes into the sand. And yeah, there's the rest of that family visiting stuff, cousins and aunts and uncles, oh my! I will need much gin. Won't think about that right now.
I think I need potato chips.
And tonight! Stargate, Stargate, Stargate!! Hopefully I will get to watch it, rather than taping it. A friend is in town visiting, but we have no hard and fast plans so I will push for going out on Saturday night instead of tonight. Because it's all about me. Pretty me.
The sudden need to be fussed over may have something to do with the fact that the hormones are running wild. I spent yesterday with my breasts getting more and more sore as the day went on--yes, it's PMS time again, except that I'm only a little more than halfway through my cycle. Oh good, at least 10 or so days of having two large tender lumps of flesh on my chest, so sensitive that a slight breeze brings pain. And my husband thinks I'm joking when I say "stop looking at them, I can feel it!!!".
By time I leave for vacation next Wednesday I should be in full bitch bloom. But then again, being with my sisters always makes me happy. We will eat and drink and dig our toes into the sand. And yeah, there's the rest of that family visiting stuff, cousins and aunts and uncles, oh my! I will need much gin. Won't think about that right now.
I think I need potato chips.
And tonight! Stargate, Stargate, Stargate!! Hopefully I will get to watch it, rather than taping it. A friend is in town visiting, but we have no hard and fast plans so I will push for going out on Saturday night instead of tonight. Because it's all about me. Pretty me.
