cimorene

There's a gay club in town now according to our slashas. It might be new. A couple of Fridays ago when we were being silly in the Shamrock Café we were saying we should go there soon. I've been contemplating this and considering how long it usually takes us to get it together for a get-together (badum-ching?) it probably won't be a problem that I'm sure I can't go for at least two or three weeks until my hair grows out. My bangs were in my eyes yesterday so I trimmed it, but I took off too much. I don't like the bangs clearing the tops of my eyebrows like this, and I layered it up too high in the back as well. I liked the shape better before. This is not a plea to be told that I am cute, although you can if you want to, because I've already been told so, sometimes with quite a degree of agitation (Wax is particularly annoyed by my stubborn refusal to have my own hair-opinions changed by hers, but I regard it as natural for her to think that I'm cute, and besides, I don't take her opinions about dress and grooming very seriously). I'm sure there are plenty of people who would tell me so, but my own opinion is immovable.