I just cut about half of my hair off, due to chemical damage from the latest reddening. I am now cross between a 1920s look and mod. I miss my cute hair.

Farewell, ponytail! I will greet you and the extra 15 minutes of slumber you faithfully provided me with soon, and we will spend months of delicious sloth with one another when that fateful day finally arrives. In the meantime, I am pomade's bitch and I will be waking up at 6 AM instead of 6:15 AM.

I should really just cut it all off and see what my natural hair colour turns out to be. I haven't seen it in almost 10 years.

My play opened last night.



I think it went well. We had a reviewer in the audience. I really hate knowing that they are there because for some reason I am unable to get the fact out of my mind during the show. But I'll be interested to see what they say.

Hey-- Katie, Robin, and I are having a party tomorrow, Saturday 14 at 8pm. We will have tasty refreshments and any far travelers can sleepover in the backyard. Bring a tent or a friend or something for potluck. If you need directions then call or email.

these two characters represent different sides of humanity: the iron-clad emperor of Latveria, and the street-smart, money-hungry urban superhero that says weird shit like "sweet Christmas!"