"ACCEPT YOURSELF"

Don't ask me why, but since going to Canada, every time I sign into MySpace, it defaults to the MySpace Canada version. Sneaky little maple leaves, my BFFs. It's so flattering how you want to claim me as your own. I'm not packing a single box until you add me to the socialized health plan, though, capisce?

On an unrelated note, I'm coloring my hair-- magenta stripes in the dark brown mop, the usual-- but this time I'm adding a few turquoise highlights into the mix, too. Why not? You only live once, right? Anyway, I just went to check my tinfoil layers to make sure I wasn't going too blondey (you have to bring the dark hair up to blondey before you can make it pink or blue or whatever), and decided that my clump of hair sitting, stewing in its bleach paste, shedding its pinkishness and getting blonder in the center, well, I decided it looked exactly like a strip of bacon. So, feel free to carry on with you day, imagining strips of raw bacon and tinfoil coming out of my bangs.

And just see if you can resist me then. Hot, I know.