Surplus Cats

I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow and for the life of me I cannot remember what I was going for when I started growing my bangs out and fell into this state of perpetual ponytail. The evidence points to a beatnik Cousin Itt.

I don’t even know what to ask for tomorrow. I might be over my quest for unattainable Jennifer Love Hewitt hair. I’m trying not to let the heat wave influence me, or I’ll end up with a repeat of the dreaded pixie disaster of first grade. (A mistake I’ve repeated more than once hoping it would somehow suddenly work for me? It’s so perfect on so many ladies, including my own mother!)

Anyway, the reason it is so pressing that I get this mess trimmed up: I’m taking an undeserved vacation from my idle life to hang out with a good friend I haven’t seen in over a decade (with some job hunting on the side). As much as we all love shit-talking Facebook, I gotta say, it’s been good to me.