2003-05-29 - 7:28 p.m.
Hair!
I got my hair cut today. I go to this great little place a few steps away from my office, so I can get a trim and a blow-dry during “lunch” (I usually eat at my desk anyway) and be back by the phone in 45 minutes. Leslie has been cutting my hair for about nine months or so, and she’s AWESOME. She’s quick and she gets the job done. Not too expensive, either. I get a trim (one inch off today) and then she blows my hair straight.
Straight, straight, straight! I have kinky-curly hair that does not cooperate on a regular basis. It’s frizzy, too, and heavy—I often say that my hair doesn’t grow down, it grows out. It’s taken me ages to get used to the curls, but now I kind of like them. Every morning I get my hair wet, run some Frizz-Ease through it, mousse it and twirl strands of it around my fingers. I get ringlets, y’all. Perfect sausage curls. Then some of the curls go all haywire, but that’s cool. One of the good things about having curly hair is that you don’t have to comb it as much.
But every once in a while, I get my hair blown straight. Straight, straight, straight! It’s beeyootiful. Looks longer and fuller and lustrous. My hair swings. I look totally different with it straight, too, and I kind of like being a different person for a couple of days. I can run my fingers through it and it falls right back. Pretty, pretty hair.
This is not normal. I used to hate my hair. I mean, REALLY hate it. I mean, it was frizzy and nasty and it never cooperated and I could never get it cut properly. Leslie does an awesome job, though, and so did the guy in Baltimore I used to go to, so that’s all good. It’s now bouncy and way, way, curly, and I kind of like it. Most of the time.
But I like a change once in a while. It gives me confidence. People tell me it brings attention to my eyes. I walk around laughing and smiling and flipping my hair over my shoulder (yay, flippage!). And it stays this way for a couple of days, too—having it blown straight is the only reason I’d ever go three days without washing my hair.
I’d hate it to be permanent. Well, I might like it, but really. The stuff that they’d have to do to make it permanent would ruin my hair and cost a fortune, and I’d have to get it touched up every five minutes because my hair grows pretty damn fast. So temporary is just fine with me. Whee!
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
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Sad news today, y’all. 3WA is shutting down. On June 10th. So is chat. I am bummed. It took forever for me to get up the nerve to post, and now I don’t know what I’d do without it. And chat? Wow. Chat. I’ve been chatting for about nine months or so, maybe less, but I look forward to it every day. I’ve made actual, real-time friends in chat. Without chat, I would never have met booger or TampaBeeAtch or kismet or teats. I never would have played Scrabble with Byrne. I never would have arranged to visit blaugirl and alicat in August, and I never would have privately snarked with Stef and Claire. I never would have chatted and emailed with Tygerchild, who’s a freakin’ crazy ball of energy. I never would have been smooched by Maggi and Poodle and FXWizard. I never would have snarked over reality TV with Zamfir and charlotte. chicagowench taught me that marriage and pregnancy can be handled with maturity and humor. And then there’s Sara, who just rocks my world.
There are lots and lots and lots of people that I’ve missed, and I love them all too. I will miss chat. I will miss 3WA.
Thus ends an era.
