For Whom The Bell Tolls

I've decided that whenever I can't think of a title, I'm just going to use the title of whatever song is stuck in my head. There's always something there.

Grown men should never wear Crocs. Ever. It looks stupid. I understand they're uber-comfortable. I have a pair myself. But I'm a chick. So if you HAVE to wear them, at least wear black ones. Hell, even mine are black.

I dropped my eyeliner applicator when I was getting ready for work today. I now have black eyeliner smeared on my cell phone case. I wear liquid, btw...it won't come off.

I hate it when my mom interrupts me when I'm blogging. I totally lost my train of thought...grr.

A girl I used to work with called me at work tonight. She had a customer in the shop where she's working now, and she'd just done the woman's color. The woman wanted her hair cut in a heavily textured inverted bob. My ex-co-worker it not terribly good with razor cutting, or with inverted bobs. So she called me up and asked if she could send this lady to me, because she knew I could do the cut and do it well. I thought that was pretty awesome of her. Then the lady never showed up...oh well.