The other night I stumbled upon what appears to be a cult of curly-haired people. Despite having worn my hair curly for the past 8 years, I had no idea that I was supposed to care for it differently than how one would care for straight hair. I've been inducted into a world of ritual, superstition, and science, all so that I can have pretty, bouncy curls. Shampoo is bad. Conditioner is good, but only if it has certain ingredients and lacks others. Touching hair = frizz. Plopping = good. I am a 2b/3a Botticelli PJ, modified CG as of 7/15/06, and my goals are BSL hair and a HG.

Honestly, though, I'm glad that I found the Naturally Curly message board. Looking at before and after photos, it seems the methods espoused by the book Curly Girl really work. I went to a few different stores and read every single ingredient on every single bottle of conditioner, looking for something that had the things I need and lacked the bad stuff. The conditioner I ended up going with has rosemary and oregano in it, and my hair smells like pizza. This will take some getting used to...


Tonight I saw A Prairie Home Companion. Overall I was about as disappointed as I expected. Here are my slightly scattered thoughts in bullet points. Spoilers abound.

  • I hated what they did to Guy Noir--he was a bumbling fool. There were a couple times when he was as eloquent as he was on the radio show, but his dialogue pretty much had been lifted from the radio show (the part about her skirt being so tight he could read the embroidery on her underwear seemed particularly familiar).

  • The Virginia Madsen character was ...odd. She had said that she likes making people happy and also bringing people to heaven. When you saw her (particularly at the end of the film), I guess the implication was that she was there because someone died; however, they were all laughing and having a good time, so maybe she was just there making them happy.

  • I love Lily Tomlin. I wish she were my aunt.

  • I also love Jearlyn Steele.

  • molly--single mother--couldn't see angel

  • tommy lee jones--killed--no reason
  • lindsay lohan--lyrics sheet
  • lindsay lohan--notebook--g-d

Note: I accidentally clicked "publish" instead of "save as draft". I don't know how to hide the post. Just know that I'm going to come back and elaborate upon the last bullet points.


Pita chips with sea salt from Trader Joe's taste like dead tongue skin. And if anyone knows what dead tongue skin tastes like, it's me.

My bloodwork came back and my doctor upped my dose of synthetic thyroid hormone. Good.