Sep 19 2008
I’m at Romancing the Blog again today, talking about selling one’s virginity to the highest bidder and revealing how judgmental I am toward romance novel heroines.
And, um… if I’m supposed to be doing something for you, it’s on my agenda for this weekend. I’ve been so behind on everything, I couldn’t get around to it previously. You’ll have my feeble contribution by Sunday night. (Ha! This cleverly covers about four people! I am SO efficient!)
: Ah, now *that's* a tagline I can wholeheartedly support! (As proof that I need one, I had to type "support" three times before I finally got it right.)
: That *would* be hilarious. You could film it and market it as some sort of modern artistic statement about the state of humanity...or something. People make money doing dumber things than that, why shouldn't we?
: Hon, if Britney can do it, ain't no reason we can't. 'Cept, yanno... sanity. And wig collecting gets expensive. Especially when you get the compulsion to take a scissors to them. (That'd be hilarious: shave my head, then shave the wig.)
: Ooh, shave it! I've been threatening to shave mine off for years. Nearly lost it all when I had cancer but alas, I was denied to opportunity to try my hand at wigs to match my daily mood.
: I think it needs to be still shorter to achieve the proper degree of stick-outiness, but this is the point at which I chicken out because WOW that's a lotta hair in the trash. It's kinda cute (dare I say "gamine"?), provided I use copious amounts of hair gunk to make it "piecy," so it's not like hair stylists will be coming for you with pitchforks and torches. This time, anyway. Ima gonna shave it one of these days, swear to gawd.
