March 20, 2007

And if you're not mine, well, that's just fine.

I woke up this morning with a completely spontaneous faux-hawk. This is a 100% improvement over how I'm used to waking up, with one side of my hair sticking out and the other side plastered uncutely to my head. It unhawked itself as soon as I got in the shower, but I got to spend a few quality minutes making sleepy yet very hardcore angry punk faces at myself in the mirror.

I may never grow my hair out past an inch again. This is so much fun it's probably illegal in at least ten states.

Posted by dianna at March 20, 2007 03:33 PM

Oddly, this doesn't make me want to make out with you.

Oh wait, I mean it does! The hits all go back to Snoqualmie's page! Sister make out just kidding ack!

Back in the real world, isn't short hair fun, you gloater gloating about your successful hair?

Posted by: katie at March 20, 2007 04:50 PM

Man, these last couple of comment threads have really gotten out of hand. It's probably, if traced far enough back, all my fault somehow. Unless you ask Mom and Dad, that is, in which case it's clearly an example of your adverse moral influence upon me.

I wasn't gloating! Not at you, anyway! Not being bratty, not me, never! I'm sure your professionally-trimmed locks are devastatingly attractive don't take the clippers away please please noooooo!

Posted by: Dianna at March 20, 2007 05:31 PM

I'm pretty sure that the bad influence is all yours here and that this started with your unwillingness not to talk about porn for five seconds. Tsk, tsk. For shame. My innocent little ears are burning.

Speaking of items being transferred from my house to your house, maybe I'll come visit you.

Posted by: katie at March 21, 2007 11:55 AM

My goodness, really? I had never considered such a possibility, but, now that you mention it, I see it is a plan with considerable merits. What a capital idea.

Posted by: Dianna at March 21, 2007 03:04 PM

Excuse me, young lady, but were you sassing me right there? First porn and now sarcasm? You'd better learn to straighten up and fly right. Don't make me come up there.

And, sheesh, at any rate, since you wisely didn't respond to my ridiculously inebriated email re: visiting you, I thought perhaps that you had made the good choice to pretend that you don't know me.

Posted by: katie at March 21, 2007 04:39 PM

Oops oops crap. I totally failed to respond to that, didn't I. Can I claim that I was actually deliberately waiting until I wasn't so sick and contagious, rather than that I got distracted and forgot?

How about I call you when I get out of ASL class tonight and we argue about when to visit?

Posted by: Dianna at March 21, 2007 04:56 PM