Hello!
I just wanted to announce the launch of my newly redesigned site, littlesilverstars.com!! Take a look, and tell me what you think!
Yay!!

Jagshemash, I like you! Do you like me?

Hi guys, I'm back! Actually I never left, but I just haven't been feeling very bloggy in a while. I've lost all my internet interest actually. Maybe it's because I don't want to waste my time at the computer when I get home from work. Or maybe it's because I have nothing good to say. No matter what though, I am still here, and although I might not always post or leave my fellow bloggers some comments, I still love you all.
That having been said, I have a quick story to tell, that I have been promising for a while. The sunglasses story. It's pretty short, but it's a sad tale, full of twists and turns.
One summer about 9 years ago, Lisa, Mom and I went to Cape May for a few days for a little vacation. We ate, we laughed, we walked around, we got an old-timey photo taken, it was a great time.

See how much fun we're having? Well that was before. Before things took a tragic turn that hot late-summer day.
If memory serves me, we were doing a little shopping and were just leaving some bizarre hippie store that sold all those damn tie-dyed tapestries and cheesy candles that are supposed to glow when you light them, usually covered in ying yangs or dolphins or something. Lisa and I both needed to make a pit stop, and since we were right near the public beach, there was a large restroom nearby. Mom waited outside to have a quick smoke as us girls waited our turn in the bathroom. Two stalls opened up right next to each other and we were up to bat. Now mom always said not to sit on the seat of a toilet in a public restroom, because god only knows what the hell is on there. You could catch some weird disease. I was glad to see that the toilets were of the automatic flush variety, because if you could catch something from a toilet seat, you damn well are gonna catch it from the handle. I took off my purse and hung it on the hook, and secured my stuff before the great toilet balancing act. I could tell Lisa was probably doing the same on the other side of the formica wall. Everything went smooth on my side, but suddenly I heard a PLOP, followed by a swift toilet flush, and my sister's panicked voice shouting out "OH no! OH NOOOOO!!". There was a great shuffling of feet, still restricted by pants around the ankles, and even more cries of "Shit!" and "Damn it!!".
I came out of the stall to see Lisa standing by the sinks looking depressed.
"Umm, Lees, what the hell happened in there?"
"I flushed my sunglasses down the toilet."
"How?"
"I was balancing and trying to take a pee,"(Mom would have been proud)," but I forgot I had my sunglasses tucked into my collar. They fell. Then it just.....flushed. They were gone."
"Well, we'll just get you some new ones."
"Fuck you, Trish. You don't have any fucking respect for my glasses!! I fashioned them myself out of twine, broken beer bottles and my own spit. You can just 'get' new ones!! You're so dumb!"
OK, that last part I made up, but after regaling the tale to my mother, we spent the rest of the day going into every store that had sunglasses so Lisa could try to find some new ones. She found a pair eventually, but they were not as cool as her old metallic brown framed shades. Poor Lisa was bummed out for pretty much the rest of the trip.
Anyway, poor Lisa never has any friggin luck, that's the point. And the other point is, somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean or wherever those toilets empty to, her glasses may still be out there.

Yum. We just ordered Pizza Hut. In just 20 short minutes I will be enjoying my very own personal pan pizza. Mmmm. I blame those fucking commercials they put on every night around 5. Either way, I'm gettin' pizza, so, so what!
Anyway, here's a great picture from The Land Of Disney.

There was an inordinately large amount of "Pirates" stuff in all the souvenier stores, but sadly I took none of it home. Mainly because I would find something really cool, pick it upo, and it would say "Pirate Princess" on it. LAME! There ain't no such thing as a Pirate Princess. Whores, maybe, but no Princesses. Anyway, here I am modeling a pair of Pirate Princess Mickey ears. Mucho Sexiness! Hey, it kinda looks like I'm grabbing my own boobs. Nice!

Brianna, lookin Fiiiiine in a Jack Tophat. She didn't buy it though. She ain't no friggin tourist, she worked there and knows firsthand where all that money goes---to the DEVIL.

Here's a really cute picture of Diana and Erin, waiting in line for the Haunted Mansion. So cute I posted the big size!!
OK, gotta go but I will put up more later.
Pizza her I come!! Get ready for the eating, bitch!!!

Hey, do you think Lisa would mind if I wore this at her wedding??

Come on, it looks like something I would have dreamed about when I was five! I gottsa have it!!
Alright fine, I guess I'll just have to wait until my own wedding to wear it. Poo.

On a side note, Kane and I went to Disneyland with Brianna, Robert, Diana, Matt and Erin from Wednesday-Friday! I had never been there before, and I loved it. I had such an amazing time, I got to ride Indiana Jones (the RIDE, Shitferbrains!), went soaring over California, got stung in the spine by bugs, saw Walt Disney's boner, and got a pretty bad sunburn. I also called "The Beast" the n-word.

Great times. It was one of the best road trips ever, and I promise I'll put up some pics soon. I am still too damn lazy to hook the camera up to the computer and load the pictures, but tomorrow night is the night. Fo sho.

I've been tagged!! Lisa already got a lot of good ones. I don't know where to begin, let's see....
1. The Princess Diana Crown
When I was little I knew I wanted to be a crafter. I made stuff all the time, or I was always drawing or putting glitter on stuff. I also really liked the idea of "passing on my knowledge", and wanted to have a radio show where I could tell people how to make stuff, and give them helpful hints. I also had a Princess Diana coloring book.
Now I was never too thrilled with Princess Diana. I know, she's "England's Rose" and "The People's Princess", but I always thought she could have at least looked prettier. Grew her hair long and maybe wear some sparkly pink ballgowns and red lipstick. I mean, she was a Princess for god's sake. The only thing I dug about my coloring book was the cut-out Princess Diana Crown from inside the back cover.
For some reason I didn't want to cut it out though, so I decided to make my own out of construction paper, glitter, sequins, staples, and whatever else was laying around. Genius!! It worked, and looked sooooo much better than that dumpy Princess's crown. This was a craft I was ready to share with the world, so I grabbed a blank tape and our tape recorder and set up shop in the den. After doing a quick Lisa Scan and realizing I was safe, I pressed record and got to work. I was going to help so many people! I even explained that once they were done, they could keep the crown themselves, "or your baby sister could have it!". I was such a good teacher. Pleased with myself, I took the tape and hid it somewhere, and put on my crown to set out and see what the royal mother had made me for lunch.
Eventually I forgot about the tape, but not for long. A couple of days later, I heard my own voice coming out of Lisa's room. Oh shit. Somehow she had found it. She teased me about it a lot, and I remember being so embarassed. But apparently not enough to stop making tapes of myself singing, talking, playing, or whatever. This was the first of many tapes she would find and laugh at, or play for the family. Sure, I can joke about it now, but back then, it cut. Like a knife.
2. Chicken and BLOOD!
I associate chicken drumsticks with bloody fingers. I know it's wierd, but here's why.
My parents used to have company over sometimes when were were little, and Mom would feed me and my sister our dinner before we were sent upstairs to amuse ourselves, or play with the other guests' wierd kids. Sometimes she'd let us help set up the food or get stuff ready for the party, which I loved because I got to eat some of the yummy hor devours. One time when I was about 4, she had these little frozen chicken pieces shaped like drumsticks that she had heated up in the oven and stuck toothpicks through, and put out a little bowl of BBQ sauce to dip them in. They were so good, I can still taste them 22 years later. I guess I ate a lot of them because mom got kind of mad, and said to save some for our guests. I got mad, cuz I could'nt eat no more chicken! I stomped upstairs with Lisa, but I wanted to be ALONE. I don't know what Lisa was doing, but I remember being alone in our yellow bedroom, sitting on the floor by the heater. There's probably a name for the type of heater, but it's the kind everyone had that ran along the floor around the room, covered in metal and open at the bottom. I remember I stuck my fingers under there and squeezed the sharp metal. I cut my fingers, probably not too bad or anything, but I felt like I was gonna die. I started to cry and Lisa came running in, and she took me downstairs through the party to find Mom. She got my fingers all clean, and I remember saying, "Can I please have more chicken now?". And you know what? It was all gone.
This is also one of my first memories.
3. The Norweigen Picnic
I loved summer growing up, but every year me and my sister had only one thing to fear-The Norweigen Picnic. Our grandmother, who made us call her Oma, never did anything with us. She was the exact opposite of what the typical grandmother should be. The only time she ever showed any interest in either of us was if she could show us off to her fellow old friends. Oh, what cute granddaughters(now go away.)! Anyway, every summer, she'd call up mom to invite me and Lisa to the Norweigen Picnic. Oma was verrry active in the Norweigen community(if there really is such a thing), despite the fact that she was NOT NORWEIGEN HERSELF. Sure our grandfather was Norweigen, but he didn't even go to these wonderful picnics. Of course my mom wanted us to spend time with our grandmother, so off we went. I don't know where it took place, but it sucked so bad. All these old, pale Norweigen people hanging around, squinting in the bright sun, with their wierd grandkids. Nothing to eat but boiled fish and diet Tab, and maybe a random deaf kid to play with(seriously). There was one year the they had a craft thing in the "lodge", and Lisa and I were forced by Oma to get in there and make some miniature log reindeer, which she ended up confiscating for her very own, if I recall. And these picnics would drag on for hours. The only good thing that came out of going to these friggin things was that it made me very grateful for my sister. Thank god she was there with me to make fun of stuff and hone our sarcastic sense of humor, or else I would have had to off myself right there, in the middle of a spirited game of Gerflootenhaager.
4. Cheese Spread and Salad Dressing
No lengthy description needed here. My favorite snack from about 6 all the way until I was about 12 was eating processed cheddar cheese spread off of a paper plate. I'd smear it off with my fingers and eat it. No crackers, no nothing. If there was no Wispride(The Pride of Wisconsin, I doubt it!), then italian salad dressing would have to do. Still eaten off of a paper plate. Ewwww.
5. Welcome To The Dollhouse
I had a really cool wooden dollhouse. It was perfectly furnished with tiny little detailed furniture and wallpaper, and I loved making my dollies dance around inside of it to Billy Joel's "Pressure" (remember that, Lisa???). Anyway, it had a big piece of wood that you slid onto the back to close up the dollhouse and put it away. One day, for no reason that I can recall, I took a piece of yellow chalk and drew a big pair of boobs on there. I don't know why. But those boobs stayed on there for a pretty long time. Probably until I got boobs myself.
6. The Tropical Rainforest
I met one of my best friends in the whole world in 5th grade, and I hated her guts. Amy was one of those really pretty girls, always looked perfect, always knew every answer in class, always had the prettiest pens and coolest erasers. You know the type. Anyway, we didn't like each other one bit, until we went on a class trip to Poricy Park. Before our day of fun and learning about protecting the environment began, our class all filed into the big rec room there, where some goofball showed us a late-80's rap video about the Tropical Rainforests. I believe it was entitled,"Oh What a Beauty!(The Tropical Rainforest)". As we all sat there in the near-dark, watching a bunch of nerdy 20-somethings in fluorescent baseball hats spittin' some lyrics about saving the rainforest, something about the scene struck me as hilarious. I couldn't believe that no one else thought so, since all my classmates were just sitting there, hypnotised by the jungle beat and staring at the tv, mouths agape. I was trying really hard not to laugh out loud, and as I looked up, I caught Amy's eye, who was shaking with laughter too. We kept laughing through the whole thing, so much that we both practically had tears in our eyes, and still no one else in the class seemed to notice. For the rest of the day, me and Amy stuck together and laughed at pretty much everything. This continued through pretty much the rest of my school years. In junior high, people hated us and wouldn't let us sit at their lunch table, because "those girls are always laughing!". But so what, it made us laugh even more. Anyway, I'm glad that the Rain Forests exist, because without them, me and Amy might have hated each other for the rest of our lives.
Yay, that was fun!
Now I tag Kane, Robert, Matt and Diana, and Lisa again, just because!

Last night we went to a party for our friend Caroline's birthday at the Arizona Puppet Theater. I guess her boyfriend works there, so they were able to have the party in the courtyard outside, and he's also a DJ so had a table all set up and was spinning some toooooones. It was a cool party, definitely unlike any I've been to before. They had a projector with some puppet cut-outs on it, and people kept moving them or making them dance. It was all projected on the wall of the building, it looked so cool. I tried to take a picture of it, but it didn't come out too good.

We also got to go inside and have a little tour of some of the old puppets used at the theater in the 20's and 30's. I couldn't get over how detailed they were, and how well preserved. Some of them were seriously scary though.

Here's Kane admiring some of the nightmares, I mean, puppets.

These puppets were from a 1931 production of "Peer Gynt". If you look closely, the ones in the back kind of look like me and Robert! Scary!
Anyway, the party got too hot(Not hot like, "Awww yea dat's HOT!" but actually hot. Even nighttime in AZ is still 100 degrees.) so we decided to head out early.
Then today I went over to Brianna and Robert's to help finish the Harry Potter bathroom. On my way, I got a pretty nasty flat tire, but luckily it happened after I got off of the freeway, so I was grateful for that. Still though, it was money I didn't plan on spending so that sucked. Also, when I got to the place to pick up my card, I realized I didn't have my credit card with me so I had to pay with debit, which overdrew my account. Ugh. Luckily I was able to transfer some $$ into that account, so maybe I beat those bank people to the motherfucking punch! I hate money.
But I love Brianna's new baby kitten, Sirius!

Here he is after a cool refreshing drink out of the water bowl. Ahhhhhh.
In related news, Fizzie has his own tennis ball now. He plays with it like he's a dog, except he can't carry it in his little mouth. But he loves his ball so much, he can amuse himself for quite some time.

OK, enough pictures. Time for bed. I'll write again soon, but until then, keep your pants dry.

Bullshit!
You are a sexy diva like Jennifer Lopez

There are no two ways about it. You love your fancy finery, and you know how to wear it with oomph. While your appearance isn't dictated by trends, you always look in style and you always work your wardrobe in a sexy way like your soul-mate celebrity Jennifer Lopez. Curve-hugging Diane von Furstenberg wrap dresses paired with jeweled high-heel Dior sandals are practically your uniform, and there's no such thing as dressing down for the weekend for you. But wouldn't it be nice to not have to spend hours getting ready in the morning? Casual chic is something you should attempt on occasion. Go ahead -- try the cropped jeans and flirty flats. Try wearing a natural makeup look. You'll be amazed at what you can accomplish with the hours you save by not getting decked out all the time... like spending more time shopping.

Just in case you were wondering, that's not the picture of her ivillage chose along with their snappy quiz. It's just how I feel being compared to Jennifer Lopez.
Go on, try the quiz. Do it!

Lisa tagged me to do this survey, but I think I already did it, didn't I? Oh hell, here goes nothin'!
6 Weird Things About Me
1. I used to collect antique keys. I still would, if Arizona had any cool old stores like NJ does. I just think old keys are pretty.
2. I am so terrified of the scary old guy from The Poltergeist 2 that if I see him for even a second I feel nauseous.
3. I found out once that I have a really high IQ. Then I forgot what it was. I guess it wasn't really that high then, right?
4. I saw "Kingpin" in the movies 4 times. All on acid.
5. I like to examine my food very closely before putting it in my mouth. I won't eat it unless I've studied it, and made sure it is completely free of anything inedible, uncooked, or otherwise icky. It also must have the proper amounts of topping or sauce (if there is sauce, like spaghetti.) I have to have just the perfect amount in each bite so I don't have any bites with too much sauce or no sauce at all. This especially goes for Lucky Charms cereal. I have to have complementary colored marshmallows on my spoon, otherwise I have to drop the spoonful back into the bowl and start again until I get the colors that I think look pretty together.
6. I'm trying to re-learn how to hula hoop. That shit is hard!

Reading Lisa's post about Garfield reminded me of this page. It's old but I think it still applies. Because Garfield still sucks.

Here's some jerk in a Garfield costume. If I ever see anyone wearing this ever, I swear to god I will beat them with a garden hose.

It's times like these that make life worth living.
Blood Drips Heavily On Newsies Square
Don Knotts and the Newsies, together at last! Here is the summary:
Washed up actor Don Knotts shows up on the back lot of Universal Studios in Hollywood, California in hopes of landing a role in the new Disney movie, Newsies. Unfortunately director Kenny Ortega quickly dismisses Mr. Knotts and has him thrown off the lot. Mr. Knotts is quite upset by the turn of events, so decides to go on a killing spree, believing that if he can't have a role in the movie no one can. He knocks off one newsie after the next, each in a different and unique way.
Here's a list of how some of them die, which is just excellent. You have no idea how much this movie sounds like something I made up! If you knew me at all around age 13 and 14, then you know how I loved dem Newsboys. Okay maybe only my sister and Jen know, but Newsies was both a beginning to my love for Christian Bale, and also a huge source of demented and sarcastic inspiration. Jen and I wrote countless songs about the Newsies, each one funnier than the last, but probably only to us.
Anyway, I need to buy this movie. I already know it will be the greatest film ever made. I mean, one of them shits himself to death! Come on!

Laugh it up now, Newsies, for tonight you DIE.

I better update before no one checks my blog anymore! Sorry guys!
I just got home from Brianna and Robert's house, where I spent most of the day painting the Harry Potter bathroom. We got about half of it done today, the hardest part at least. We painted all of the walls like old stone bricks, and I got a nice start on the enchanted ceiling. There's a full moon at Hogwarts tonight, boys and girls. Tonight, and every night as it is painted there in acrylics. We're going to finish the rest in 2 weeks, and I can't wait to see it finished. So far though, I have to say it looks even better than I thought it would! Gotta remember to take some pictures.
I've spent the past two nights at home by myself, and I have to say it was sooooo nice. Just hanging out with nothing to do and nowhere I had to be. I was planning on going shopping both Friday and Saturday nights, but I am so glad I didn't. Kane had plans with friends both nights, so I just unpacked a little more and watched some movies and some VH1 Teen Star specials. I think I need to spend more time home just relaxing, so should Kane. We have been so busy for like a whole month, we both need a little peace and calm.
It's starting to get too hot here in Arizona already. It makes me very misty for spring in New Jersey, for lots of breezy, warm days and flowers and that earthy, garden smell that everyone's lawn has at this time of year. And rain. I really miss rain. Anyway, Lani, if you're reading this, know that I am so so jealous of you right now! Good luck in your apartment search and if you can, please try to get to Red Bank for the day and wander around a bit for me. Go to Jack's Music and have a salad and some chocolate cake at the Broadway Diner. Buy some cheesy retro stuff at Backwards glances and maybe go see a show at the Count Basie. I'll be there with you in spirit.
Okay, I better go wash some of this paint out of my hair and pick out a movie for me and Kane to watch tonight. Maybe Heathers. I'm in a Heathers mood, I think.

"I'm BA-AAYCK."
-Kyle's cousin Kyle.
Well, I am in the condo now, and I finally got the internet back up and running. It's been one hell of a move, and we're not out of the woods yet. There's still all kinds of crap to be done at the old place, and I need to sell my washer and dryer within the next five days. So if any of you know someone who wants a stackable, tell them to leave me a comment or whatever!
The condo is nice, really really nice. The only problem is, it seems we have an asshole neighbor, who already left a nasty note on my car on my FIRST DAY here. It seems that he owns one of the visitor parking spots, or at least he thinks he does, and how dare I park there??? After all, my need to unload the piles and piles of heavy things from my car to carry up the steps is just not a good enough reason for him to have to park another 10 feet away! Anyway, the guy's a jerkoff, so welcome to the neighborhood, I guess. Either way, we're going to send the note to the homeowner's association, and they can deal with his claim that the visitor's spot is rightfully his. Good luck with that, buddy.
I could bore you with more details of the many pain-in-the-ass things that have been going on, but that's no fun. So instead, how about Britney's baby's skull fracture, huh?? Man, who the hell would imagine that kid being in mortal peril? His parents seem so responsible!

I hope Sean Preston gets taken away from them, because that would be very funny to me. I also hope K-Fed's bitch braids get taken away from him too. And I have a feeling that would be more upsetting to him than losing the kid.
One last thing before I go. Now that there's nationwide attention on the problems with illegal immigrants here in America, is it okay for me to finally say that they should just go the fuck home? Stop stealing all the room from all of those people who are working to be here, doing it the legal way and waiting their turn. It pisses me off. I'm speaking, of course, about all those Swedish immigrants. Just go home already!! We don't want your fucking IKEA's and your goddamn meatballs!! Jeez! I hate the Swedes! They're just a bunch of dirty Svens and Helgas!

Saturday is the big move! I go tomorrow to pay the remaining deposit, and pick up the key. The movers will get here while I'm at work, so that sucks but by Sunday I'll be living it up in our awesome condo. Now I just hope I can get everything packed by then. So the past week I have been one busy little bee, but somehow I have still found the time for a little Photoshop magic!!!


I like that last one so much I made it my myspace background. I'm such a dork.

Kane is out at rehearsal tonight for Trainspotting, and I'm home all by meself. I know I should be packing for the big move which happens next week, but all I can do is watch Northern Exposure, and I can't stop. Last night I made a mad dash to Target to buy Season 4, which came out yesterday. I got home and put it in the DVD player immediately, and since then I have watched 5 episodes. I plan to watch at least 2 more tonight. I can't help it, I am addicted to that show. I wish there really was a Cicely, Alaska, because I would be moving there instead of a condo down the street. Sigh.
As I am typing this, all I can hear is the wind gently blowing throw my bedroom window, and three cats, yowling and growling at each other. There's a black cat at my bedroom window outside, and my two guys can't get enough of him. They're freaking out, but not in an angry way. I think they're making friends or something, because it sounds like they're trying to form words. Riley and Fizzie will talk to the cat outside (let's call him Flufferstuffs) and then Flufferstuffs will answer, and my little fellas will look at each other and then answer again. Observe.


Okay, now they're getting too loud, I better go shut the window before the neighbors get all bent. G'night Flufferstuffs!

Well, we found a condo that is both awesome and affordble, so Kane and I move in on the 6th. I feel like a huge weight is lifted from my shoulders, that I will not have to live in some crappy ghetto apartment. Yay!
I've started going through everything, and getting rid of some of the stuff I have had lying around forever and will never need. It's a slow moving process since I am a huge packrat and feel the need to keep every single scrap of paper or article of clothing that comes into my possession. However, the temptation to replace all of it has already set in. Here's some items that I feel the need to clutter my life with:



Actually, I just ordered that last one. I couldn't help myself.

Well, today I start my search for a new place to live. We have to be quick though, since we have to give our move-out notice, oh, TODAY. Yesterday I found out that my apartment complex raised our rent by about $150 a month, so since it would now cost us over $1000 to live in the same small apartment, we have to get out now (or in 30 days from now to be exact) or be locked into a lease that we can't afford. Ugh. I hate apartments anyway.
But it will be okay. Kane's sister is a real estate agent, and she's on the job looking for condos and houses for rent, and Brianna is coming over today to help with the search. It will be fun, as long as we don't look in Scottsdale. I don't think I can afford Scottsdale anymore, the rents here have all gotten really high.
Well, on the plus side, I do hate my downstairs neighbor here, so that would be a plus with leaving, and I am getting a pretty nice raise (which I think should start with tomorrow's paycheck, I hope!) so that will help with all the moving fees and junk. Thank god. But either way, I dread moving. So not fun. But I can be secure in the fact that someday I will have a home of my own, and I won't have to worry about this type of shit anymore.

Sometimes I do things that I really don't think through. Thankfully it usually works out ok, and yesterday was no exception. Since Kane got his hair cut last week I've been jonesing to snip off my own split ends and have a mini makeover. My hair is just, ugh. It'd be cool if it was either all curls, or all straight, but it's a lot of both. It just hangs, and I have to really fight with it to make it presentable enough to wear down. Usually I give up the fight and put it in a clip or that half-assed ponytail-only-pulled-halfway-through-the-holder thing that resembles a wierd bun.
Anyway, yesterday morning I was tired of fighting. I got up and looked in the mirror and actually said out loud, "ewww.". So I got in the car and drove to the nearest Great Clips, where before I could even second guess myself, I was being led to the chair of a man named Boris who barely spoke english and immediately began to comb my hair into sections and clip them up. He grabbed the scissors and started to begin, and I hadn't even told him what I wanted yet! Stop Boris, you're ruining me! Nooooooo!
I guess he saw the look of horror on my face or the beads of sweat on my forehead, because he slowed his approach and practically whiospered in broken english, "Whaddayou wann?". I told him to cut it to my shoulders, long enough so I could still put it up if I wanted to. In Boris's language, that means "to my chin". He just started cutting away, and with my back to the mirror, the only guage of how he was doing was watching these really long curls float to the floor before my eyes. About 4-5 inches long. I was starting to feel like Jo in Little Women. Except I wasn't selling my hair to save my family. Lisa and mom are doing just fine without my follicles' help, thank you very much.
Finally, Boris spun the chair around and I looked at myself, and I felt better. It wasn't as bad as I was anticipating. Yeah, it was too short, but I could definitely get used to it. This got me thinking, even if the cut sucked so bad and I was really upset, why would it be such a huge deal? People always seem so afraid to look bad, and having fucked up hair is enough to make a few girls I know cry like a kid at summer camp. Hair grows back. Why are people so afraid to change it? Oh yeah, Keri Russell lost her career over her haircut. Oh well, she just wasn't any good to begin with so who cares.

Lani hath taggedeth me. I must answereth her survey.
Four jobs I have had in my life:

1. Party hostess/Chuck E. Cheese himself. Oh how I wished I could have been working in the game room, passing out tokens and sweepin' up a bit. Not pulling half-eaten pizza out of my hair and sweating/freezing in the ice-pack vest inside the Chuck E. Suit.
2. Cashier at a dry cleaner. That job ruled.
3. Jewelry designer/graphic designer/web site master/photographer/office manager/production manager/butt monkey at a fine jewelry company
4. Bead store girl/bookkeeper at Scottsdale Bead, the best job ever!!

Four movies I'd watch over and over:
1. Better Off Dead
2. Shawn Of The Dead
3. Billy Madison
4. Team America

Four places I have lived:
1. Belford, NJ
2. Middletown, NJ
3. Phoenix, AZ
4. Scottsdale, AZ

Four TV shows I love to watch:
I don't watch a lot of current shows, so this list must include some cancelled ones.
1. Arrested Development.
2. The Soup on E
3. Northern Exposure
4. Buffy

Four places I have been on vacation:
1. Disneyworld in Florida.
2. Lake George, NY
3. San Diego. Which is Spanish for a Whale's Vagina.
4. Delaware Water Gap, somewhere near or in Delaware. I dunno, it's kind of a blur.

Four websites I visit daily:
1. E!online
2. Go Fug Yourself
3. IMDB
4. blogs

Four of my favorite foods:
1. salad
2. pasta. Any kind as long as it has good sauce.
3. cheese popcorn, the orange kind.
4. pizza

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. In bed
2. Red Bank, NJ
3. Cicely, Alaska
4. In a room full of tiny baby kittens who are all climbing all over me and each other and making little tiny, barely audible meows. Awwwwwww.

Enjoy Aids!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCcd1nJ-Gks&search=ayds