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Boy does it suck.
I called my hair salon today to make my new cut and color appointment. They have, apparently, fired my old stylist, oh she of the “your pink hair will totally wash out in a couple of days” fame. I suppose that at some point, all that Rockstar pink hair will catch up with you… But,
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Now that the pool at the gym is back in order, I meant to get back to the gym tonight on the regular triathlon schedule (as opposed to last week’s jogging day, 2 weight training days, and 2 biking days), but I haven’t been feeling all that great. A combination of some very late (though
“What I hate is when you get a member of the royal family. It’s the same thing every year: you have to be vetted by a guy from the Saudi embassy saying, “Oh, my God, you are a woman!” At which point you have to throw one of his blokes on the floor and stamp
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I love this movie more every time I watch it. Which might say something terrifying about the state of the world. Or a lot about me. Or both.