Yeah, I can’t do “small talk,” either. Although in recent years, I’ve had two stylists who “got me,” and we would talk while they worked on my hair.
Over the past decade or so? Gradually, I went silver-haired. I think it looks good. Must have picked up hair color—along with mental illness—from my mother’s DNA. I recall being secretly pleased when I got my first grey hair at age twelve, because it made me more like Mom.
Worst haircut I ever had cost me nearly $50. Stylist had pretensions of being an artiste; wouldn’t let me speak a word while she “created” her supposed magnum opus atop my pate. You’ve seen enough of my posts here; imagine how difficult it was for me to keep quiet for more than a half-hour! Anyhow... Read more
This is seriously weird. I had to turn off everything on my PC except for this page, and the copy of my message I had backed up in MS Word 2002 (!) before I could reply. Until then? It just sat there—with blinking dots—until finally I stopped, reloaded, and read your message. Read more
If the Orange One is impeached, do you think his bass will play
My father had gout, but was able to treat it with anti-inflammatories. He’s stoic, and avoids talking about health: which is easy, when you’re so healthy! Which he remains (physically, certainly) in his mid-eighties. Read more
It appears my timestamps are jumping around: based on whether it’s during or after a post. Probably doesn’t matter.