Lately, as in this week, a day doesn't go by where I don't get at least two compliments about my hair from strangers on the street.

It's like this constant, continual, "Love your hair!" "Great hair!" "Wow, what fabulous hair!!", and it's not that I don't enjoy being worshipped by strangers (obviously), but it's kinda starting to freak me out, in a nice way.

Yesterday was, I was walking out to get lunch and I passed the bank, and this guy not two feet away from me looked up, and screamed as though he was across the street, "YOU JUST HAVE THE GREATEST HAAAAAIIIIIRRRRR!!!!!!" and then his friend that he was with looked up and howled in glee, "YES! YES!! MY GOD, YES! THE HAIR!" and I sort of threw my arms into the air like I was a gymnast doing a dismount and kept walking.

Later, when I was walking to the van, I heard this voice behind me say, "Great hair!" and then he passed me by, and it was this bald guy (so clearly, he notices hair) and I said thank you and he said, "No, thank you!"

Let me make one thing clear about my hair yesterday, it was pink, yes, but it was also unwashed and has about two inches of blond/gray roots. Were it clean and fresh dyed, I think that everyone would have just dropped dead with joy at the sight of it, their brains leaking out of their ears. Either that, or when it's washed and dyed I won't get a single compliment, because it's when it's dirty and rooty that it really looks its best.

Or something like that.

I have been watching this great show on Bravo, this documentary about a year in the life of these acting students, called Stage Struck.

There are only eight students in the program, so you get to know them really well, and it's really fascinating to watch, but I realized as it was going on that I totally, totally identify not with the students, but with the teachers.

As Cynthia said when I told her that fact, do not ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for me.

Today's horoscope:
Literature or media may offer ideas or spark an interest. Be open to the new and different in discovering paths to pleasure.

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So, all this week I've been doing the fucking French.

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