having more fun?

the roots are starting to grow in -- but in general life as a blonde has been a pretty good time. I haven't noticed an appreciable rise in getting hit on, which for some reason seems to surprise only men. Dudes -- well, Graham, mostly -- are like, what? You mean you don't get hit on all the time? Sigh. As much as women wonder what goes on in men's brains, it must be even more of a trip for men to wonder what goes on in women's brains. I do feel tougher in some ways -- walkng around at night, or what have you. A bit more take me as I am, a bit less nice little white girl. whatever that means. Walking around in CH though I do feel quite a bit more like a gentrifier -- look at me, here I am going to buy three dollar coffee!

I can't think of anything to write about at the moment. Am at Tryst since our interweb is down again, no deep thoughts about anything. everywhere around me are the young and cute and I must admit I feel a bit old and grungy. The woman sitting on the couch across from me, with a darling young man with crinkly eyes, is wearing Sienna Miller black leggings. Yeesh. When will we give up the leggings ghost?

I keep thinking about where I was last year and where I am now, and where I was two or three years ago, and where I am now. It's different every time, isn't it? I wonder if that changes when you have kids, if times slips and slides a lot more. Maybe you just don't have as much time to be contemplative.



Getting through round one on the grant is quite wonderful