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7 September 2006

Hawk’d…

I think hair knows when it’s going in for a cutting. One smart little flyaway catches wind of what’s coming and passes it along the FolicleNet™ to its buddies. In a move of desparation, they all simultaneously choose to be sleek and shiny, smooth and silky…coming together in a last ditch effort to preserve their current arrangement by producing the Best Hair Day Evah.

Sorry, bitches…you’ve curled your last curl in my efforts to make you straight. You’ve been replaced with my first ever mohawk. I wonder how much work will hate it?

I picked Tigg up today. She was so freaking out of it when I brought her back in to the apartment. She fell out of her carrier and dragged herself to the kitchen where she attempted to eat food from a non-existent dish. All very humorous until she started shaking. A few hours of napping later, and she seems to be fine.

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Whether he likes her or not, Tigg <3 Nate. Awseseseses brought to you by Pringles. Pringles: Once you pop, you can’t stop! ®

Even if you die in a cloud of fake cheese.