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There is no sadder rite of passage than dyeing your hair to look “different” and upset your parents to dyeing your hair to (gasp!) cover grey hair. That’s right, grey hair. And, yes, spelled the British way. It seems less horrifying that way. So, here I sit. I even find it harder to break out the hair dye knowing that I have little choice unless I want to look like Anne Bancroft in “The Graduate.” Argh. I’m not old enough for this b.s. I know I havent’ written in a while, so here is a quick round-up: I’m still in Richmond, some of my music reviews have been published (www.styleweekly.com), Daryl was here, we went to Detroit to see Morrissey, I showed a short film at a tiny festival, I’m looking for a new job, I still don’t have a car, Daryl went home to England, I went back to Detroit for the holidays. The best news? I’m engaged! To Daryl! He proposed to me over the phone. Considering I have spent years of my life talking to all of my long distance friends on the phone, it seems fitting. Now, just keep your fingers crossed for all of the visa paperwork. I'm also looking for a job, so if anyone knows of any employers in Richmond that are cool, have nice office space and don't mind if I work only 4 hours a day but still collect a full 40-hour workweek salary, please let me know. I hate looking for jobs. It is a sad endeavor through and through. I start our all pepped up jumping from site to site, and end an hour later deflated, defeated and contemplating working in a dentist office. I wish that we could retire when we were young and work when we are old. How fantastic would that be? Perhaps with the qucikly diminishing social security issue, this may be the way to go. Here are some things I did instead of looking for jobs online:
I want my gossip! - 2005-08-17 Goodbye, BGT! - 2005-08-08 hell hath no fury like a awriting workshop - 2005-08-01 My Love Don't Cost a Thing - 2005-07-14 Kiss My Grits! - 2005-07-06
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