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Serious Crisis

I think I have a mullet. I don't want a mullet! I didn't ask for one and I don't want one! But I think my hair is growing out in that direction. Aaah!! In order to remedy the crisis, STAT, I put in a call to my hair salon and requested an appointment for Friday or Saturday with the best hair lady ever...EVER: T.

"I'm sorry, but T is on leave at the moment and we don't know when she will be back."

What?! WHAT?! Oh no!!! What am I going to do?! This is not a joke! This is serious business! I don't know what I'm going to do! What am I going to do!!?? I can't keep on living with this god-awful hair! I'm freaking out here. This is me freaking out. I'm jumpy, I'm nervous, I'm antsy, I'm panicking. I need another hair lady...STAT! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!!

Women seeking Women

The internet is a funny thing. If bored, there is plenty to read about, look at, and search for on the web. One thing I haven't really gotten into though is the whole internet dating thing. It seems a little sketchy to me, but I have quite a few friends who swear by it and are in long term relationships as a result from it. So...the other day I was perusing craigslist looking for violins when I stumbled across their personal ads section. And like any curious human being, I clicked on Women seek Women. Whoa. There are so many blatant ads for sex. I couldn't believe this was on craigslist. There are some ads that are just way over the top, nude photos and all. But then there are also the innocent "I'm just curious" kind of ads. Some of them seemed harmless and I even thought about responding to one...like this one...

I want fun, cute girls to party with! - 24

Reply to: anon-63667032@craigslist.org
Date: 2005-03-14, 1:58AM PST

Hey girls! Yes, girls. Let me make that clear - i am only looking for those individuals of the FEMALE gender. And i do not want to be that one night addition to your relationship that subsequently destroys it.

Ok, now that we've got that out of the way, I am looking for girls, lesbian or bi to party & hang out w/ me and/or my friends. Very casual to start. At this point i'm just interested in meeting cool girls who also like cool girls. And like to dance & get trashed & are preferrably 4:20 friendly, etc.

I am a cute, spunky bi girl who is also very cerebral & abstract. I am NOT all about sex & am not interested in anyone who just wants to hook up. Friendship is cool. Casual dating is cool. Making out is definitely cool. From there, we'll see what happens. Please send me a pic or two of yourself, along with whatever you feel like sharing & i'll send a pic or two back!

I look forward to hearing from you! This is my first personal ad ever so I have no idea how this will go...

tata!

this is in or around Los Angeles
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

63667032

Soo...this ad seems like a nice enough ad. She seems cool, down to earth, and fun...assuming she actually is a "she". She doesn't seem like one who just wants to get her rocks off...she seems to genuinely want to just meet other cool girls...friends or more...tbd. (tbd? Oh no. Am I starting to talk personal ads? Whoa.) Who knows...maybe this girl is actually really HOT. I can relate to the type of girl she's looking for. Who knows, maybe something great can come out of this. But I don't know about responding to a personal ad. What if I know this girl!? I don't get to see her email but she gets to see mine. Oh my god...what if that happened? I mean, look at her description: she likes to dance, get "trashed" and celebrates 4:20. That's like all my friends! (Well, maybe not all, but really, that could be anybody.) Then...for a girl to say she's "bi"...well, it's not saying much. Frankly, I think most everyone is a little bisexual. And especially in this day and age...what girl isn't experimenting a little (like Andrew should), or at least...what girl hasn't thought about it...especially if you live in this city. My point: this girl could be anyone. I. know. In fact, she could even be me! Well, except for the bi part. But you know what I'm getting at. She could be...Carolyn...Suzie...Becky! Aha! Can you imagine?! I should respond and send her a photo of one of my friends...or one of my roommates...just to see what this girl does. I should send her a photo of Becky. Becky is hot, spunky, all of the above criteria. And it wouldn't be with malicious intent...just curiosity...which I'm sure is the stem of the very personal ad in discussion. Personal ads, huh. Maybe.

Church Giggles

Church giggles...otherwise known as surges of inappropriate laughter. I get these ALL the time, unfortunately. You know what I'm talking about...you're 8 years old sitting in the pews during church service when you look at your sister and she points out the old man in the row ahead of you who's falling asleep. You don't know why, but at this moment, in this situation, it is HILARIOUS. You do everything in your might to hold your laugh...think bad thoughts, think bad thoughts...falling off your bike, getting a shot, dead kitties...doh! Nothing is working and you suddenly just have to let it out...AHAHA! Gasp! Was that too loud? Ssshhh!! Yup. Church giggles.

The worst are big family meals during the holidays. My mother is quite the churchgoer and prayers are always said before eating. It starts out with her asking the question: "Who is going to lead the prayer?" This is the point where my sisters and I scatter to avoid all eye contact...we look all around the table, the food, at each other, anywhere but at her. Eric, my sister's husband, hasn't quite caught on to this and is usually the sucker to look straight at his mother in-law like a frightened 10-year-old hoping the teacher won't call on him. Lucky for him, my mother doesn't always pick on him. (I say *always because there are instances where he'll find himself leading us all in thanking the Lord for the food which has been bestowed upon us.) She'll call on Myleen or Robee (she doesn't usually call on me...she knows better) and they'll whine and complain until she gives up and decides to just say the prayer herself. This is where the church giggles come in. I swear...that sister of mine...ROBEE...she is sooo bad. What is she....12?? Every. single. time. Of course she'll start the church giggles, and anybody who knows what I'm talking about knows that they are contagious. CONTAGIOUS. As contagious as a yawn. So then you've got Robee in one corner dry-heave laughing, then it spreads to her husband Eric who is so embarassed because he still feels as though he has to be on his best behavior since he's new to the family. Then that gets Myleen and I going (of course I'm shaking my head as I dry-heave knowing how wrong it is), until finally it spreads to my nephew Zach, which at 12 years old hasn't mastered the dry-heave laugh and therefore just giggles aloud. Church giggles. So wrong. Anybody suckered into joining us for these holiday meals is left thinking...What is WRONG with you people?! Welcome to the Gamo clan and if you really feel at home with us, you'll get the church giggles too.

Ugh.

:( Maybe I should start eating meat again. Yuck.

Happy UN Day for Women's Rights and International Peace

Holidays can be great. I know that most of them are just ploys planted by greeting card companies so that they can sell more cards, but you know what...sometimes it feels good to be a sucker. Not only is today UN Day for Women's Rights and International Peace, but it is also:

International Working Women's Day
Organize Your Home Office Day
International Women's Day (Russia)
Unique Names Day

Can we just take a minute and talk about Organize Your Home Office Day? W(ho)TF made that up? I mean, I can understand International Working Women's Day or even Unique Names Day...you gotta celebrate names like Dikla or Myleen at least once a year. But Organize Your Home Office Day? Huh? That's just hullabaloo. It's as if some lazy ol' rich guy (it's always men doing stupid things) decided that he really needed to organize his home office and because he was so lazy and such a procrastinator, decided he would do it on Thursday. Well, it just so happened that that year, Thursday happened to be March 8th and since he had a lot of money, he made the decision to patent the day with the ridiculous holiday. This way he was sure to actually organize his home office. I mean, really now, if you're gonna go through all that trouble to make a national holiday out of your chore, you best follow through with it.

And speaking of March 8, 2005....

What is D*Day? I think it was some time last summer...Andrew and I were sitting around the office shootin' the shit...like we do...and we were talking about something...and there was something about a date...and we didn't want to write it down because we didn't want people to read it and know....so instead we made this sign as a reminder...and hid it behind a hanging shirt behind Andrew's door...and then...well, we forgot about it....until...until 2½ months ago when Ed finally took back his shirt and well.....there was this sign. And we've been racking our brains trying to remember what it meant. This morning when I got into work, I was writing down the date in my notebook when it dawned on me. Today is D*Day...and we don't even know what it means. Was it a prediction? A deadline? We think maybe a deadline. But what for? For the life of me I cannot remember (what made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise). If it was a deadline, so much for meeting it. It's really eerie...knowing something was supposed to happen/be on this day, but having no clue what it is. I feel like the 8-year-old who plants a time capsule and then forgets one week later where he buried it. It's so frustrating. I need to know what it means!!!

This whole D*Day thing has really put a damper on my day...not in a depressing/sad kind of way, but rather as an unfulfilled/unsatisfying day. D*Day is lurking over me and I don't know how to tell it to go away. Well, I do know how to do that....it's just that I can't because I don't know what it is. Can you tell how much it's bothering me? I've spent 2 paragraphs saying the same thing over and over again, just in different ways...I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS!!!

This is how OCD I am regarding my desk. I came back from lunch today and someone had messed with my desk and computer. They hanged my bottle of Purell with a note that said:

WATCH
YOUR
BACK
GAM·O

-the
germs

FREAKY. And then they messed with all my settings on my computer. They minimized the pixels of my Screen Area which made the screen HUGE and changed the color scheme of my title bars. They moved around all my icons on my desktop. It drove me nuts because I couldn't get it all back to normal...not exactly the way it was. So Andrew comes to my desk and tries to help fix everything, but in doing so closes out a couple of my windows. I almost threw a tantrum. I told him Don't You Dare...and he did it. Bastard. Of course I had to restart all my programs to make sure they were back in the correct order on my toolbar. Breathe Mollie, just take a deep breath.

Sigh.

I've been in one of those moods lately. I have all the emotions of someone who is feeling sick, yet I have no flu or cold symptoms whatsoever. It's weird though. Lately I've been very conscious of my heartbeat. I can feel it and it feels heavier than ever. And at times it seems to be going a hundred miles per minute. What if I'm on the verge of a heart attack? Am I too young for that? Maybe not...I've heard stories of young'uns who die tragically of heart failure. And what about that ice skater? That was really sad. I may be overreacting, or maybe I'm just a hypochondriac, but something just doesn't feel right. It's times like these that I feel very self-reflective...I find myself in a state of pensiveness (did I just make that word up? and if not, did I use it right? oh well). Wow, I sound like a real winner right now....and this is my comeback blog entry? Weaksauce.