Well, thank you. I do like birthdays a lot. I've never had trouble with aging. Or, rather, the concept of it. It was an odd moment yesterday, though, when two days after turning 31, my doctor told me that I have a little arthritis in one of my hips. I don't know that it's age so much as the stress that is put on them from my scoliosis stuff, but still. Arthritic hip. Yikes.
Yeah, "pigtails" is a weird moniker. There have to be two of them. And they are not necessarily curly. What does this have to do with pigs' tails? They should be called "collie-ears" or something. Do collies have floppy ears? Maybe I'm thinking of spaniels. You know, I've struggled with the pornstar stigma of pigtails, because I really like wearing them. I like to think that head position has something to do with it - high up on your head, they are reminiscent of school-girls, which is, I think, what makes them porny. Down low, by the shoulders, they are just nice way of getting your hair out of your face without the bald appearance that a ponytail can sometimes give. At least, for me.
I felt like punctuation had to stay inside quotes. But sometimes, it really seems to make no sense. I should look this up. Or take some delightful course at my office's delightful online university. I really do like them. They are unintentionally hilarious.
Rusty Nails is AWFUL! Gross! Though, I'm sure they bleach the Hell out of those towels. Don't worry. We have to bring our own towels to my gym. I like that okay, I guess. Between going to the gym, and often having to go to a rehearsal or show straight from work, I keep a startling amount of personal effects in my desk. I think I could live quite comfortably in my office for several days if I got trapped here. I have lots of food, shampoo/conditioner, deodorant, toothbrush/toothpaste, underwear, socks, you name it. It's like my own little bomb shelter. I would also have quite an impressive shoe selection. And a snuggie.
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