Chick who did my hair yesterday committed a hate crime against both it and me. I mean he just permed the living hell out of it. I possess neither the time nor the energy nor the therapy to go into it in detail right now, but since I care about you, my Reading Public, I felt an obligation to inform you that I now have You Can't Do That On Television hair. Updates on my condition and conditioner shall follow. Until then, reflect upon the quote for this moon cycle: "When life gives you capri pants, make Capri Sun." I'll be in the bathroom, shaving my FREAKING HEAD.
November 5, 2003