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24, please.

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Hey folks. It’s Friday, thank goodness, and the day of Harry Potter 7.2. And the last day of my first week at my new job. So far, so good. It’s weird awesome working somewhere on the 24th floor of a building, in a cubicle, with people my age. And Rebecca. Also awesome.

This weekend is a busy one: HP7.2, B’s back staying with us for the weekend, Cricket’s move, Court’s party, San Diego on Sunday, and Carmageddon. For those of you not from LA, let me explain.

Do you see that part of the highway that’s red? That whole highway is going to be shut down for two days. Which may or may not wreak havoc upon the entirety of Los Angeles. People seem to be nervous that the entire world will be off kilter for the weekend, and meanwhile I’m just hoping that I can get to San Diego. Other people are stocking up food in their houses and not going anywhere – Rebecca’s trying to travel every where by bike! Luckily, I live pretty far from that highway, so I am hoping this will help me stay away from any major traffic jams.

Anyone in LA have opinions about the traffic? Anyone from not LA heard about this in the news?

ode to my grays

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“Let me just get one,” he says, as he looks at me from above.
“Leave it. Otherwise it’ll grow in and stick straight up,” I reply, yanking my head this way, and that.

**

“Why didn’t you tell me about the streak/patch of grays?” I ask.
“I like your gray hairs,” she replies. She is earnest.
I am like fuckin’ Stacy London over here.

**

“There are just so many,” they say.
“I know.” I say back. I smile. I run my fingers through my hair.

**

“Should I dye it for the wedding?” I think aloud as I look in the mirror.
I pull it back. Worse. I put it down.

**

They are my battle scars. They are my experience.
They are my tales. They are me.

**

I’m not going to dye it, I think. Not me. I am proud.
I smooth down the curly ones, looking in the mirror.

**

There is a streak, in my bangs. It is five hairs, maybe more.
It is cool, I tell myself. Hipster even (though I do not strive for this status.)

**

You may give me gray hairs before my time…
(so kiss me when you come home, on my lips)