Since I had a terrible, sleepless night last night

I think that at work, I want the answer to "What's that crazy white girl up to today?" (a common question) to be spikey fun hair!



( There now, I'm ready for work. )

Happy Friday!

Work Dress Code Policy

My coworker, Mr. C, just reminded me about the new dress code policy we received yesterday:

Hair must be clean, neat and under control at all times.

He just made 'whipcrack' motions and said, "Get that hair under control! Back! BACK!" at me.

Apologies

I want to apologize in advance to anyone I may snap at, growl at, or otherwise be rude to. Jennifer says that I am a crankypants today, and well, she would know since she had to wake up beside me and I was certainly not my best this morning. Senorita Pissypants, that's me.

( Here there be bitching! )

"Ladies" are the kind of people who won't let my girlfriend use the public ladies' room, thinking she's not a woman. Oh, but they're not going to let her use the men's room either - they're not going to let her be a man either. If she's not a man, and she's not a woman, then what is she? Once I asked my mother what fire was: a solid, liquid or gas? And she said it wasn't any one of those things - it was something that happened to things: a force of nature, she called it.

Maybe that's what she is: a force of nature. For sure she is something that happened to me.

~ Holly Hughes, Clit Notes, 1993