and i was so cranky and angry for that hour, let me tell you. i yelled at the Co-Worker and his eyes popped out like someone squeezed him too hard. i forget sometimes how cutting i can sound when i am just trying to convey that i want to be left alone and that i have stuff to do. but, he looked at me like i had just told him to fuck his mother. and though i have been a bit cloudy today, i don't think i actually did tell him to fuck his mother. i don't think i have actually said the word "fuck" in the presence of a co-worker at all, actually. i'm an angel here.

little do they know what kind of mouth i have, eh dollface?

and this headset that i wear to make it easier to write notes while i help clients makes my hair look all hinky when i wear it down.

can you believe that it's pretty much down to my shoulders now? when i visit you you're gonna die. and then i am going to make you put it in braids and rows and bjork buns and all sorts of fun stuff. and we'll put butterfly barretts and flower pins in our hair. and make our mouths all pink and red. and paint eachother's toenails. and then sing "look at me i'm sandra dee" whilst pretending we are stockard channing in gingham and cotton panties.