Bad haircut

I got a bad haircut today. I’d been growing it for about six months and it had gotten quite long. Down to my shoulders or so. But it is very thick and coarse and looks like a big triangle on top of my head. Sort of like Rosana-dana. So I got it cut. I don’t really look like the userpic by this journal now. My hair was razor cut all over to thin it out but it is also cut sort of lopsided. It was suppose to look a little like posh spice. I know, I know, but I thought the haircut would be good. Kind of sexy and sporty. It doesn’t really look like anything. Just that it’s been hacked off. My response was to go out and purchase auburn hair dye in the hopes that at least the red would cover the grey bits that are poking out everywhere these days. I haven’t dyed it yet. Maybe tomorrow.

I’ve had two very lovely rejections recently. The kind that tell you how amazing your work is, your ideas are great, but they are going to have to pass. Must be hard. Too pass that is. On such amazing work. But they hope you have luck placing your work elsewhere. ACK!

So even though there are awful things like war, famine, a subprime mortgage crisis, and a campaign for the presidency I am sad a about a bad haircut and manuscript rejections.

I wish I had more to report but I just don’t.