If there is one person that can make me feel good about myself, it is my hair stylist. She is a mastermind when it comes to cutting my hair. I think she could even cut it with her eyes close but then I don’t think it would be straight. Anyway, yesterday I thought about the idea that one day she could up and leave the area at any point. And if she did, I would seriously cry. We’ve become pretty good friends as we can actually have conversations and remember details about each other that you wouldn’t normally remember with strangers who cut your hair. There are no awkward silences, fake conversations based on the weather or Paris Hilton. Instead I can tell her how crushed I am that there are no Orange Julius’ in the area or that I had a dream about having pieces of pepperoni attached to my body the other night. She knows my hair better than I do. And she is now my friend on myspace. I think that’s pretty funny. What’s pretty funny is now I pay an arm and a leg to get my hair cut and feel fabulous while back in the day I paid $20 to put my hair up in a ponytail everyday.
Also, thanks to a friend (Sara), I was surfing Bricks and Stones a couple days ago…for those of you that don’t know about Bricks and Stones – it’s pretty much a gossip blog that shows pictures of the latest celebs out and about. It is my small smut joy that I indulge in every so often. I like looking at pictures of Scarlett Johansson and the Rachel McAdams/Ryan Gosling pair. So anyway, I was surfing the pictures when all of a sudden I saw a picture of Jenner. Apparently she stars in some E! reality TV show, Paradise City. The girl and I tried to watch an episode of it last night but it was really lame. Sorry Jenner I couldn’t get into it. (Side Note: Jenner and I played basketball together in high school. We were kind of friends as we hung out at school but not really outside of school, she was a year older than me. I thought she was funny and pretty cool but a couple of my friends couldn’t stand her and thought she was bitch...I think this was due to her good looks and their jealousy but hey, maybe she brainwashed me into thinking she was “cool”. Either way I beg to differ because she was always nice to me. Also, I pretty much like anyone as long as they meet the following criteria, a)blond, b)not a boy, and c)is not better than me at basketball. I think this post will now have me labeled as a bigot.)
Maybe one of these days I’ll share my other bigoted views with you. But I'll have you know that I was only somewhat kidding with my criteria and if you didn't know that, then I'm sorry to report that you don't really know me do you? Good day now.
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