Fashionista

Staying up until 2am generating AutoCad files makes me tired.

Every time I go and get my hair cut, the stylist blow-dries my hair and puts product in it. Plus or minus the birkenstocks and B.D.U.s, I invariably come out looking like Peppermint Patty. She always makes comments like, "Boy see your hair, they say, she so funky, go crazy. I know. I'm a funky lady, if they think you too funky, you no need them. You no need men like that. You have style. No one else can cut your hair." And then teases me about wanting my hair so short. She's really quite funny.

I wish I could get haircuts all the time.