hope this dreary portland day is going well for everyone. i had brunch with the lovely and charming sasha this morning, always a pleasure. glad she is back in town. then i talked on the phone to good friends and my family. then i tried to give spooky a haircut, but about a half an hour and not even a quarter of the way into it he decided to shave it. i may have been able to pull it off, but he probably made the right call. oh well, one more skill not to write home about. i cut my own hair but it has very noticable fuck-ups in it that i do mostly on purpose and partly because i don't care and it is strangely therapeutic to grab handfuls of hair and just cut at random. it does just keep growing so i am never too worried if i fuck up on my own head. on someone else the therapeutic qualities fade and it just becomes a lot of pressure. sorry spooky. xoxo -missy