I'm not gonna lie. Things have been pretty normal around here lately. I feel like it wasn't even a month ago that one of my co-workers was running around the office with a machete while people climbed in and out of the window in the building next door. Now the building is completely sealed up and the machete has been returned to the office supply cabinet.
So for lack of a better topic, I'm about to answer all your questions about that giant bun behind my head. If I somehow miss a burning question, feel free to drop it in the comments.
Q. Does everyone in your family have long hair?
A. No, just me.
Q: Are you part of a cult?
A. You may not have noticed it, but most of the women in cults keep their hair a little bit shorter than mine. And no, sorry, not in a cult. But if I was, imagine the stories I could tell!
Q: Does it ever go in the toilet?
A: No, but I have vacuumed it up in the vacuum cleaner before.
Q: You must spend a lot of time washing it.
A: I actually spend more time brushing it than washing it.
Q: How long is it?
A: It is around 5 foot 3" or so.
Q: Do ever wear it down?
A: Well, sometimes. It gets stuck in things and freaks people out.
And speaking of freaks, behold this epic book:
On page 222, in the upper left corner, there is a picture of the Seven Sutherland Sisters:
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I'm sorry I don't have a poem this week. I wrote one stanza and got completely stuck. I have been working on Egregious though. Egregious now has its own blog here, where you can check out the story I keep talking about. It reads like a blog, so start with the bottom entry first. Or you can just check it out in a more book-like format on Wattpad.
Here's a teaser from Chapter 1:
So for lack of a better topic, I'm about to answer all your questions about that giant bun behind my head. If I somehow miss a burning question, feel free to drop it in the comments.
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| The hair cometh |
Q. Does everyone in your family have long hair?
A. No, just me.
Q: Are you part of a cult?
A. You may not have noticed it, but most of the women in cults keep their hair a little bit shorter than mine. And no, sorry, not in a cult. But if I was, imagine the stories I could tell!
Q: Does it ever go in the toilet?
A: No, but I have vacuumed it up in the vacuum cleaner before.
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A: I actually spend more time brushing it than washing it.
Q: How long is it?
A: It is around 5 foot 3" or so.
Q: Do ever wear it down?
A: Well, sometimes. It gets stuck in things and freaks people out.
And speaking of freaks, behold this epic book:
On page 222, in the upper left corner, there is a picture of the Seven Sutherland Sisters:
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| Hey, they have hair like mine! |
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I'm sorry I don't have a poem this week. I wrote one stanza and got completely stuck. I have been working on Egregious though. Egregious now has its own blog here, where you can check out the story I keep talking about. It reads like a blog, so start with the bottom entry first. Or you can just check it out in a more book-like format on Wattpad.
Here's a teaser from Chapter 1:
He tucked the blanket around his legs, then picked up his fiddle. Resting it against his chest, he bowed the top string and began putting the instrument back in tune.
The cabin seemed to fade away as he played, and he poured all his regrets into his playing. The music touched parts of him that nothing else could, and even though it wouldn't heal him, it was like an emetic. Through it all things left him except the song itself.