January 9th, 2006

what, getting with the program, stuffed, cheeky, defiant

Playing bingo for brains!

If there is such a thing as a personalized hell with tortures designed for maximum suffering, I think mine probably includes brushing out this terrible thing! For all of the two years that I've had it, it's been of questionable character. Eyewitnesses claim to have seen it transform into a hairy octopus and devour innocent bystanders, and there are plenty of rumors that the wig is of unearthly origins ... or that it's descended from a long line of vampires. It takes childish delight in suffering, and develops knots and floofs and frizz at every imaginable slight. Oh no! You turned your back on it! It is tangled again. Oh dear! You ate a cracker! You neglected its feelings, and it is tangled still more! Oh my! You looked at it funny, and now you cannot tell if you ever brushed it at all.

Many hours later, I think I can now safely say that whatever career paths lie before me in my lifetime, "hairstylist" is not going to be one of them. I also have to get a new wig for Rin. Though I had hoped to rehab this black blob, I am forced to realize that it is either a lost cause, or one that only a Wig Master with Unequaled Patience can possibly succeed in. Not only that, but in the end, you see, I took revenge for every tangle by cutting every tangle off.

It took me about three hours to find the newspaper today, and it seems that the copy I grabbed was one of the remaining few. It was bizarre!
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