Dakota

Last night was fab. I had a great time performing with Randi, and I solidified my love for playing Riff Raff. Got to try some new things; think about how I'll try some others the next time.

I was very blonde (and I still am... Red will either be tonight while I watch Desperate Housewives, or tomorrow during Surface... I like to coordinate my hair coloring with the television I watch). I got some good compliments on it, but I just don't think it's me. I look like a beautiful blonde pineapple, but I also keep startling myself when I glance at mirrors. That's not me!

Alas. Not this blonde, and not this length of hair. I'm wondering if I should get a trim before the red. I'm pretty okay with this length, but I don't want it very much longer.

Larry announced at the diner that Randi and Richy are official castmembers, and that's great. I also think that I will be having some sort of official stance with the cast shortly, which is exciting. More on that later, maybe.

Right now, I think food is in order.

MySpace makes me want to break things sometimes. I see bulletin after bulletin of "Omigod, this 14-year-old girl was killed 'cause of MySpace," and "The cops are using MySpace to find underage drinkers!" and "Check out how if you follow this bizarre sequence of numbers, it proves 9/11 was planned in advance 200 decades ago by elves..."

It's a huge old chainletter, and people just blindly forward it.