Several people in my office have cheerfully informed me that my hair is starting to go gray, as if I wasn’t capable of noticing this transition myself.
I don’t mind having gray hair, but it’s disturbing to have people point it out on a regular basis. No one would dare call attention to gray hair on a female bureaucrat. That would be asking to have a grievance filed on your ass.
I know perfectly well I’m older than the goddamn furniture. I know the youthful vigor I once tapped to face the workaday world is long gone and my stoic, frown-lined countenance undoubtedly reflects this.
But that’s no reason to remind me I’m dying.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
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6 comments:
As long as you're dying, can I have your CD collection?
I'll take your house. Just fix the shower, ok?
Anyone want dibs on all my vinyl? Going once, twice...hellooo?
Don't you go dying and leaving me with a closet full of vinyl!
Ain't nothing wrong with some gray hair fool! I've had it since high school. And, even though I dye it pretty regularly, I'm still proud of my grays.
Yeah, fool!
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