"hey blondie!" is how bill greets me every time he sees me. and I have to admit it gives me a secret thrill.
it was only supposed to last a couple of months, for fun. but somehow it stuck, and sometimes I find myself forgetting that I'm not actually a blonde. I look in the mirror and I forget that if I don't go to my hair people every 6 weeks, I don't look anything like this.
sort of like grad school, actually. statistics, ha. the little thrill of seeing the look on my friends' faces--why in the world would you get a phd in statistics?--was enough to make the joke worthwhile. are you seriously moving to the east coast? made it fun to pack up and do it. but here I am, now forgetting the joke and starting to believe that actually, yes, this is my life.
besides, I like the way it looks:
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