Haha! I could see him in that creepy-ass bar, in one of these breezy printed shirts.

I remember a girl in middle school pulling this, but she went blonde to black. Her blonde roots looked grey...which served the purpose of scaring me off trying the same

Tell me you live near Hamilton & are talking specifically about Matt Hayes!

According to my Italian boyfriend, I am forbidden from bringing any owl shaped items into our home because "everyone knows they are cursed and bring bad luck."

I hear ya. Usually I am the one shaking my head at amnesiac idiots who forget that we ALWAYS get snow here right into April, like they weren't here last year, or the year before. But this year has been brutal, and good folks are starting to loose it.

It's actually painfully cheerful and summery for me to look at, because it snowed AGAIN today up here. At this point I would murder to be able to go out in bare legs and sandals and breezy frocks, but that's a few months off still, so this is a cruel tease. It's like when the American department stores put the beach…

as adorable as I find owls I would be terrified if one just showed up like this on my ass.

lmfao "sunshine vagina"

I SO relate to this. My ex once destroyed a red coat of mine (which I fucking ADORED) because he thought it was "too bright" and was all "you should just wear black".

I would very much like to feel like that, actually!

There's a silver lining though. For example, if I write an ill-informed, typo-riddled comment (as I so often do) and people call me on my bullshit, I fully plan on telling everyone some troll is impersonating me.

Get it, gurl! You be bright & live & free!

Platinum and shocking pink for several months. I did not allow dark roots so we bleached every 3 weeks. Fuck. That. Shit.

It is funny how much of my professional life (that is semi-celebrity-adjacent, anyway) seems more like a skit on SNL or a poorly characterized sitcom than it does like anything that I would have heretofore have believed could be real. I find myself thinking, "Wow, there are really people like that?"

Less is not more: MORE IS MORE! That's why we call it more, bitches!

Bulleted list of highlights might be best—

Yep. I was not in a bunker, but stuck in suburbia with an emotionally abusive man whose whole color palette extended to sage and cream all the way to beige. As soon as I got out, I bought everything in BRIGHT BRIGHT Mexican colors. My bathroom curtains are Loteria card fabric and my kitchen curtains look like papel…

She doesn't seem to do a lot of "how are they doing now?" updates, does she?

Are they fake?? THEN I'M EVEN MORE IMPRESSED

This series is fascinating. Millihelen is great.