Susannah: Turning the world Metrosexual, one guy at a time.

I used to be a fast typer. Up until about 4 hours ago.

Tonight Elizabeth and I got our nails done with a French manicure. Woohoo! I am relearning to type, and it is a slow and painful process. Clack clack click clack

Liz got her nails pretty short, as she plays piano and does other things that require full use of her fingers. I, on the other hand, got my nails pretty long. I like 'em better that way. When I got my nails done in San Francisco the lady chuckled when I told her how long I wanted them. She said, "You don't work, do you?"

This past week I got my hair cut. Sheila cut off over an inch then added more layers, thinned it out a bit near the bottom. Then she chunked up my bangs; they now sweep well and blend into my hair. It feels really short now, although it still goes past my shoulder blades.
We discussed me going blonde. She likes the idea. (Woohoo!) Because my coloring would look good with it. (Well duh...that's how I was cooked: blonde haired, brown eyed, and really pale.) So I am thinking more seriously about it. What do you think?

It would take a lot of mula and about four hours, but it would be fun.