1. I have my first real job interview tomorrow. I want this position so badly that I
2. hacked off my hair to make it look more professional. I like it, which is a good thing considering that I hate
3. going to a hair stylist with whom I have no previous relationship, and this one was so timid I thought I’d walk out of there looking like
4. Meg Ryan. I don’t like “cute.” I try to avoid “cute” with all I can muster, and unfortunately, damn near everything I do with myself ends up getting labeled “cute” instead of something more adult.
5. Thanks to my nephew I have had this stuck in my head for two whole days, and have refashioned it to sing to the cats and torture my poor boyfriend. Thankfully, E loves it.
Non-fluff blogging to resume sometime this century.
Wish me luck.