<p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">I've been having some shitty ass hair days lately. 
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">As evidenced in the photo below taken yesterday.
</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://www.veepveep.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/101309-0239-iamnotmyhai1.jpg" alt=""/>
	</p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">I'm the one down there on the left.  In case you are all hopped up on <a href="http://www.jamesonwhiskey.com/age_verification.aspx">Jameson's</a> and can't tell.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">Thank god the type of hair day you are having doesn't represent your mood. Because I would have been a grump the entire Columbus Day weekend.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">Anyway, doesn't my hair look all flat and bored? Or boring.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">Point is… when I was a little girl, my hair was always neat. And clean. And perfect. And was never a concern.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">Years later, I'm tired of the 30 minute blow drying sessions with my hair stylist who I think recently quit me because I missed an appointment <span style="text-decoration:line-through">or two</span>.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">(I gave up on blow drying my own hair years ago and realized I need to pay a professional so I can leave my house with hair worth having.)
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">But that hair is styled the same year after year. Straight down, middle part. 
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">I think I fear hair change. I already know I'm terrified to color my hair. And since I made the mistake of cutting it a few inches too much a few weeks ago, even a hair cut may not be in my near future.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">So I'm left with hair I want to put up, pull back and never let down because I have a "What Happened" reaction every time I see myself in the mirror.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">I mean the whole idea of <a href="http://www.hairthursday.com/updates/update-sabra.htm">Hair Thursday</a> would be wasted on me because I'd be given a look and would never pull the trigger on it.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">After seeing the Chris Rock documentary, Good Hair, I realize I don't take my hair seriously -- at all! -- like some women. (And that's not just because I would never consider wearing a hair weave or putting one on layaway because it cost a few thousand dollars.) 
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">I really could care less if someone touches my hair. Except for that woman who came up to me, touched my hair and then asked me if my hair was really mine but that's a whole different thing I suppose. Oh wait, and the stylist at CBS who put his hands through my hair and said "OMG its real, what are you?" They annoyed me just a tad.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">I don't have a face for short hair. Or the courage to sport a hairdo that isn't at least shoulder length.
</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt">Or I probably would just chop away because having long hair means I'm stuck with all these time consuming hair care and hair style decisions.
</span></p><p><span style="font-size:10pt"><span style="font-family:Georgia">And filler for days when I can't blog about other things on my mind. </span><span style="font-family:Wingdings">J</span><span style="font-family:Georgia">
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			</span></span></p><p style="background: white"><span style="color:#444444; font-family:Georgia"><span style="font-size:10pt"><strong>Next stop… </strong>Going to court, a school interview, the Reebok cupcake walk with Jill Zarin and an event (forgot what!) at the Empire Hotel tomorrow. Skipping the premiere of <em>Where the Wild Things Are</em> to make sure I'm home in time for the changing of the guards.</span><span style="font-size:9pt">
			</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Georgia; font-size:10pt"><span style="color:#444444"><strong>Car Song</strong> – <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dyl0j3WU6Y"/></span>Hair (musical)<span style="color:#444444">
			</span><span style="color:#595959">"Flow it, show it Long as God can grow it My hair"</span></span></p>