Business of the day

Item 1:
My new haircut DIDN'T take me an hour to figure out this morning, which I'm happy about, and it ACTUALLY looks halfway decent (I still want it fixed, though-- thanks for the suggestions). At least, I THOUGHT it looked halfway decent; but only two people at work have said anything to me about it. You might not think that is a big deal, but in an office of ALL WOMEN, and a social service office at that--where we are trained to be sensitive and crap-- if no one notices (or at least says anything) it is BAD NEWS. This could mean two things: It looks SO BAD that no one wants to say anything at all; or that it looks so natural on me that everyone thinks that it is the same old me. I think I'm really stretching on that one, though.

Item 2:
Let's discuss haircuts in general, while we're on the topic. Specifically, women and haircuts. It is my impression that women cut their hair when they are at a crossroads in their life. New boyfriend, losing an old boyfriend, new job, new baby, graduating, rut they're trying to get out of... Maybe we are hoping to have a teeny bit of control over a life that seems to be spinning out of it. So what do we do? Take control of the one thing that is truly ours, and cut it. This is a very dangerous thing to do. On one hand, a fabulous haircut can make all the difference in your life-- can give you the confidence you need to face the decisions and/or situations that seem overwhelming. On the other hand, though, a bad haircut... well, I know you've all known someone who got a bad haircut and how it makes them act. A bad haircut can make a bad phase in your life even worse.
That's all I'm going to say about haircuts (until mine is fixed!) because I'm boring myself.

Item 3:
I just spent over an hour reading other people's blogs. I've come to some conclusions:
a. Swearing is funny.
b. I don't swear enough. But I'm not funny to begin with, and swearing more will probably only make me sound more like the west-side hick I'm trying hard to break free from
c. Bathroom stories are hi-larious.
d. Nudity is funny, especially genitals.
e. Other people have WAY more interesting lives than I do
f. Other people are also smarter than me, and that hurts.
g. There seems to be a small clique of bloggers who read and link to each other's blogs. I am the uncool kid who stands next to the cool kids in the hopes of being mistaken as part of the crowd. If I were to actually be admitted in, I would probably wet myself with excitement, and then poo myself with nerves for having to keep up with being "as cool" as the others.

Item 4:
Stories for other posts. I am taking requests:
a. Garbled Boy
b. Calling Sean fat
c. Calling Ken-Doll Rob Stupid
d. Telling the bishop's assistant that his kids have gay names
e. Telling someone my parents beat me
f. My dad's a retard (Dad, I am not referring to you-- calm down.)