Hair’s My Newly-Trimmed Coif

I love it whenever Ipe (muchas gracias, Ipe!) does my hair. I’ve finally found the right formula: cut it quite short (but not too much so that I can still play around with it), then let it grow for about a month. By that time my hair will reach maximum fabulousness—grow it any longer and it becomes bad hair week.

Oh yeah, an officemate celebrated her birthday today. She’s the “I see dead people” officemate. I asked her if any of her “friends” have greeted her already; she said none of them did. It would be weird to have dead people greeting you on your day of birth.