I can never really say this with a straight face so I shall say it anyway. Yesterday, sitting in the chair at the hair place, looking entirely hideous with all the base color goop on my head, I spied a picture of Natalie Mains with a short, cute haircut. Never again will I be able to say that I was inspired by the Dixie Chicks, but this time...I cut off all my hair into a short bob. It feels great, all the dry, overly blonde stuff is gone and now I just want to shut up and sing.
I still hate Bukowski. Thanks to all the well-wishers who sent me examples of his work that "changed their lives". It didn't work. Mine's not changed. I hate him playfully though. That worries me. I can that I hate him with a smile, like a weak woman in a fifties romantic comedy. It bothers me that I can't hate him vehemently, like a feminist, like Germaine Greer would. What would Germaine do? I ask myself. Hell, what would Natalie do?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUMBY even though you're far away in Chicago. We miss you (a lot).
