my lovely friend spazzy and i have been chatting via email for the past few minutes.

since i am in the market for a new look, the hot topic of our conversation is what sort of hairstyle i intend to get tomorrow morning. short ? trimmed? permed ? she herself is on the lookout for an affordable yet talented salon.

my eyes must be been tired from staring at this monitor all day, since in one of the emails, they tried to tell my brain that there was sperm in the saloon somewhere.

i don't think i'd want to go there.