Overthunk

O Garnier Lisa Thy slightly bemused face shines out From under gently cocooning flatironed tresses Of Macadamia # 90 Without thy cornflower blue eyes And thy Nearly Nude lips apainted How would I find the searing chemicals I require To make my own locks this Light Natural Blonde Not too light yet not too dark Among the myriad types at Walgreen's Or at CVS? Truly, I pray, N'er shall come the day When Garnier finds you too 2006 And updates yours To some other visage, strange and unfamiliar Causing me to hunt and scrabble, dark roots overlong, Perhaps finding nothing. ------------------------------- p.s. I have so missed you all. I have been sucked into the dark, yet delicious underworld of the MMORPG, job changes, and finishing up a master's degree. They have sapped me, yet I hope to restore my blogging work to its former glory soon (probably not much of a stretch....). Kisses!

Why it's still embarrassing to purchase products of a feminine nature after 20 years experience, I don't know, but sometimes it is. I decide I don't want to navigate the perilous waters of Wal-Mart, so I'll stop at the drugstore (as it used to be called in the parlance of my youth), even though I KNOW a guy will be working the counter at 9:30 p.m. I'm perusing the products, looking for my preferred species, and a Whitman's candy display is there on the end of the aisle, sparking a train of thoughts: "What the fuck is that doing there? Oh, no wonder I couldn't find it the last time I was looking for a last-minute gift -- it's here in this fucked up place, what kind of layout is that?" Then it hit me: "WHOA, it's there because duhhhhh, it's the most expensive chocolate in the store and it's right here next to the pads and tampons!" Stunned at this sexist display, I continue to shop, looking for other shit to buy to distract ...