Oh, where’s the grey hair now? Where is it? Where did it go? There’s no grey hair anymore, oh no! My hair’s not grey, my hair is bright pink and blonde. Fuck you, grey hair! Fuck you in your tarty, maligned, treason-y ass!
SO I gave my hair a break and didn’t dye it for a while. Actually, I hadn’t dyed it since the party in august when it was blue. So I dyed it pink. You know what? I need to stick with pink. It’s my color. It suits my skin and my eyes. It’s super cute in the cutest way possible. It’s bright pink but it will fade a bit and become a nice bright, cotton candy pink and stay that way for a while.
Pink.
I got the complete first season of Spongebob Squarepants last night! Thanks, mom! I watched tons of spongebob and dyed my hair and ate popcorn with butter and Franks Hot Sauce. Try it, it’s good.
Today I need pancakes. I think I’ll go rouse the boy and go get some.
ps click the link to the party and look at the pictures. If you’ve been following the comments in the previous post, you will find pictures of Julie and know the absurdity of the entire situation!

Remember how I joked about being an old lady because I drive my old lady volvo and I crochet and I do all kinds of other old lady things.
Today it’s complete. Today I am old. Today, on Friday the 13th, as the full moon was just beginning to light the sky, Owen, my hairdresser, noticed a “color anomaly” just over my right temple.
a color anomaly.
It’s a nice way to alleviate the kick in my gut when you point out that I have grey hairs growing in. I hadn’t noticed because I had been dying it for so long but over the fall I decided to let the color grow out and give my hair a break.
This is how it repays me. I give it a break and it starts to turn grey. Ouch.
OW OW OW OW OW!
Of course, my face is breaking out like a 15 year old. So I guess that’s a sign of youth.
Or a sign that all the forces in the universe are aligned to crush me from the inside out.

I’m totally a nerd. You know what I have been doing for the last 4 days? Listening to the senate confirmation hearings for Alito. The best part is that whenever I have questions I email Alex and he sends me answers and explanations and historical perspective.
I swear to god he’s one of the best informed people when it comes to shit like this!
2 conclusions I have reached in this? 1) Our senate is made up entirely of slack jawed tardballs who focus on the wrong things and freak out about nothing. Sure, we can all be upset about the glass in the road but EVERYBODY SEEMS TO NOT SEE THE GREAT BIG CAR CRASH THAT MADE THE GLASS. and 2) Alito is one slippery motherfucker. The man is entirely incapable of actually answering a question. He responds with a lot of words, I think he fucked thesauruses in a former life or something, but he can not address an issue. If they asked him about the previously mentioned glass in the road he would tell you the history of glass making and how it might affect his decision on it’s origin.
I hate them all and I am slowly losing faith in the ideal of the government.
Bastards.
The funny thing? Ted Kennedy sounds exactly like the joke parody accents of him. The man’s a fucking rumball!
This week I learned about stare decisis and unitary executive doctrine. I should be great fun at the next party.

this is my evening…
“hey I should…” 10 minutes later “what? maybe dinner?”…15 minutes later…”DOG!”…
I need some sort of hard core ritalin or cocaine or something. I just wasted 20 minutes staring at the little table by the door. Not staring and thinking “what I would like to do with the table is…” or “I wonder if *censored* are still in the drawer from way back when” or even “The stupidest thing I can do is put a flat receptacle near the mail slot because it becomes my mail depository for months at a time”. No, looking and thinking would be slightly more productive than looking and suddenly realizing 2o minutes have passed.
Another doctor’s appointment today. This time we celebrated the charmed life my bladder leads! Oh bladder, how I love thee. Since this is a new doctor I had to fill her in on my bladderial history, even telling her that while I was not a doctor, I usually get 7-10 days a Cipro and not a mere 3 as at this point my bladder looks at 3 days of Cipro like a passing joke.
We talked about other things and the doctor sent me away with more prescriptions (I could open my own Walgreens in my bathroom!) and I was on my way. Sort of. I almost drove to my old house.
I’m pretty sure this is what senility feels like, and you know what? I can see the upside.
Maybe I’ll go take a nap.