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Enjoy the new book about the single most important publication in teen girl history. Sassy changed their lives? It changed mine, too. I'm sure I've written about Sassy on here before at some point, so I won't babble for too long. But I was weird in middle school. Sassy taught me that it was cool to be weird. And even if that mentality has bubbled over to unfortunate effect into the totally overwrought hipster scene, it doesn't change the fact that some funky 20-something girls in New York once told me that it was OK to wear Docs or Birkenstocks and listen to Liz Phair and dye your hair with Kool-aid (although they didn't recommend the latter, just for the sticky-and-impractical factor). It's hard to overstate how revolutionary that was for a gawky, dorky 12-year-old girl at a private school in Buffalo. I know many of you can relate.

my bangs and i are having a disagreement. unfortunately, my bangs always seem to win these arguments, and i am left with victorious wonky bangs.

they've decided to work themselves into a little high-rise right at my part. a hump, if you will. it is somewhat reminiscent of my hair in 7th grade. this is causing my bangs to propell themselves off of my forehead, thereby defeating the purpose of bangs. but do all the bangs flee? oh no. rowdy locks dangle precariously towards the middle of my forehead, with the 5 hairs that grow from my widows peak (which are the total bane of my existence, yet i am horrified by the thought of shaving my hairline, as a hairdresser once wanted to do) leading the way. i have attempted to hairspray these pieces into submission, which has only led to their becoming...oddly pointy. this is not to mention the pieces on the OTHER side of my part, which have decided to just fly straight out at a 45 degree angle on the x, y, AND z axes of the side of my head.

the truce we have reached? the bangs are allowed to pretty much go their own way, and i have been forced to pull the rest of my hair back into pigtails to counteract the greasing of said hair from running my hands through it in frustration so many times. this would usually be very cute, making me look sprightly and personable. unfortunately, that look works much better with bangs swooping gracefully across my countenance, not running roughshod in all directions throughout my forelock.

i am resigned to my fate. i must go do errands ere i shuffle my way to work, relegated to a night of greeting customers with stupid hair.

my first post back, and it's a britters one. britney got a really cute tattoo. unfortunately, she got it because of her trendy infatuation with kabbalah, and she got the letters backwards.

i still think the tat's cute, though.

i just saw the awesomest fe-mullet EVER on cops. no, no, it was an officer. the mullet was bleached blonde and spiky with black roots, and the back part was really thin and curled under right before her shoulders. great!

redhead maggie is no more. i'm entirely a brunette once more. and my head smells like hair dye. you know that smell?

siobhan and i are going to see smog tonight. i just talked to rich after an extended game of phone tag. he sounds hella beat. so it's a big sleepover at my place tonight! rich and me and siobhan! paaarty!

yesterday vince complimented my eyebrows. he noticed that i'd had them waxed and said they looked very nice, that my eyebrows were "striking." i preened, because vince is my fancy lawyer friend and a compliment from him weighs more than those from others. :)

today, i sprout a zit in said striking eyebrows.

god is a subtly sick fuck sometimes.

it freaks me out to see trends come around again. it makes me feel old, and i know i'm not old. but, like, i was just at urban outfitters (buying BOWLS; how old does that make me?), and there were all these ringer t-shirts. and you know, i've always been go team ringer-t, i never stopped wearing them. but lo and behold, they were marketing grey and black mickey mouse ringers. and that actually made me freeze for a second and do some math. because i own one of those shirts. it wasn't the exact same shirt; mine seems a little more solidly constructed, but essentially the same shirt. and i've had mine since march 1995. so that's 7 years. and i bought it at a vintage store in west hollywood to begin with. so it's on at least the second go-round as it is. but now it's cool again, and columbiaites will be wearing it with their pube-jeans and newsboy caps. and i will be mad because once upon a time i was young and trendy and wore lowrider jeans and ringer tees and newsboy caps. but now the girls wearing them are like 5 years old and have perfect tiny little bodies and their idea of low-rider is very different from what mine was in 1996.

so i bought bowls.