Okay, my hair is again the most fabulous thing to hit New York since Paris Hilton!

I know that my nattering on and on about my hair is getting, well, crashingly dull would be a polite way of putting it, but I find it odd and hilarious that when it's fresh dyed and all bright and pink and glorious and no roots and things, I get exactly as much reaction as if I had left it its natural colour, dirty blonde, aka the dullest colour known to man, what I call "hair-coloured hair", and only when it's getting a bit fade-ish and rooty do strangers fling roses at my feet as I pass in my glory.

My, that certainly was a long sentence!

Anyway, yesterday on my way to work was encounter #1. The hospital side entrance that I walk past most mornings had these guys hanging around on the step, they were early twenties, I think, and clearly great catches, what with the hanging around and the doing pushups and the not wearing shirts and the possibly being a little bit loaded for 11a (though they may have been crazy with the heat), and I passed and one of them starts howling, "Wow, great hair! Bobby, turn around, you gotta see this!" and the guy who was doing the pushups came tearing down the street after me, and started dancing along next to me, arms outstretched, singing a song about how seeing me put a smile on his face. I kept walking, but said, "Well, isn't that nice!" like I was his granny or something.

Because, though I got a kick out of the encounter, I didn't want him to follow me home like a cat hoping to get fed, and I always find that talking like you are their mother stops any red-blooded young man dead in his tracks.

Encounter #2 was at lunch. I went to McDonald's, and found myself in line after a mom and a little girl around 6 or 7, who started at me, open-mouthed, then said, "Mom! Mommy! Turn around! Turn around!" and she did, and I grinned at her, and the girl said, "Don't you want your hair that colour?" and the Mommy said, "I sure do!" and the girl said, "Me too, I want my hair like that," and, spotting my PowerPuff Girls purse, "And I want a bag like that, too!" I said to the Mom, "All little kids aspire to be me..." and she replied, "Yeah, they want to be cool!"

I'm cool! To tiny children only, but hey, I'll take what I can get. Though Kim Rollins recently wrote me in re my Mom being in Killing Zoe, "You're so cool that your Mom is cool! Nobody's Mom is cool!"

Of course, I know that I'm not really cool, I'm just kind of pretend cool, but I don't mind the misconception. I'm turning 37 in two weeks and one day, I don't have that much time left before the pink hair and the PowerPuff Girls bag mean that I'm pathetic rather than cool!

O, I got a tip on Monday that somebody thinks I'm charming!

Or rather, it was put that I'm charming because I speak eloquently and dress with style, which clearly means that the nice person who sent it has never actually seen me, since the last thing I am is charming in my dress, though I like to think that the "speak eloquently" part is right on the nose.

Horoscope d'aujourd'hui:
Your originality quotient is high. Your new product, approach, or technique brings rewards from others.

il y a un an aujourd'hui:
Lots to say, not much time, am filthy, cats unfed, should have written last night, was chatting instead, shake well and repeat.

* Hier / Incrément / Ce Mois / Demain *

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Graphiques de Saundra la multilingue!
Traduction français par ma mère Gladys Holland.

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