Time to buy some paper

wedding joy, originally uploaded by *Karo*.

Honestly, if time flew by any faster I'd have to wire my eyelids open cause I'd miss everything if I blinked. I can't believe that it's almost been a year since OSD (Our Special Day ™). Now I gotta come up with something to buy BK's ass. GODDAMIT. What the hell do you buy for a man whose hobbies include comic books and nekkid ladies? Suggestions?

In other news, I'm getting the dreaded First Haircut in a New City tomorrow, which, as we all know, could end with disasterous results. Let's not forget the "I'd like the Rachel, please" incident of 1995, which culminated in me sobbing under the comforter in my dorm room with something not unlike a mullet sitting on top of my head. Luckily, old age has made me not so much for the trendy, so really my only requirements for tomorrow are a) cover my I'm-in-my-fucking-20s-and-I-shouldn't-have-to-deal-with-gray-hair grays and b) a new, shorter, bouncy haircut that immediately transforms me into Dallas' new It Girl. Easy peasy!

Hopefully my first Dallas haircut will go better than my second Dallas eyebrow wax, which occurred last week. The "technician" (and I use the term loosely for reasons about to be very clear) made my brows initially uneven and remedied the problem by rewaxing my left eyebrow. Why I allowed this woman to reapply hot wax to an area that had already had hot waxed spread on it and then viciously ripped off, I'm not sure; perhaps I was really drunk and just didn't know it. Regardless, I didn't think too much of it that day -- it hurt, but you know, it always hurts. Then that night my left eyelid sorta hurt when I would put my face on my SOFT COTTON PILLOWCASE. Huh. By the time we got to New Orleans, the offending area had SCABBED OVER. Nice. Nothing like looking like you've got some sort of skin disease hanging out right over your eye to make your vacation. On the bright side, my eyebrows look GREAT.