...of a cat that's gone to the dogs.
The countdown continues. I'm weary and worn and in need of sleep. My hair, however, is beginning to get more and more platinum - Huzzah for Debbie the New Hairdresser. She rocks, and apparently does hair for fun. I'm continually amazed at the things that people consider fun. Of course, her real job is beyond stressful and depressing. She works with underage prostitutes, trying to get them off the street and away from their pimps. I admire people who can do things which would have me dissolved into tears in a matter of seconds.
in other news:
I can't asy that I've ever wished that someone would forget my birthday - but I'm wishing it for everyone right now. If they forget, then maybe I wont' actually turn 35.
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