Jingle Bells People Smell

Semester one of my glorious graduate school education is complete. Phase two of my life in December includes serving as Satan in the pit of hell that is Barnes and Noble retail. Don't get me wrong I love my job. I just HATE ( and it is hate...not I really really really don't like) dealing with horrible people who completely defy the christmas spirit that I try my darndest to uphold. The sanctity of good tidings and good will is abolished by their whining, complaining, harrassing, molesting, and otherwise horrendous behavior. They are sooo on Santa's naughty list.

Speaking of naughty-I cut my hair. Ok that's not the naughty part. The part that brings coal to my stocking is that I got it cut on Newbury Street-only the poshest place in the whole city. But I've also got a juicy little secret. It was only forty dollars- a steal compared to the normal 200 dollars. I so got the look for less.

In the world of Toni where electronics NEVER work and are always annoying me to the bitter point of smashing them against my wall I FINALLY got my bluetooth and ipod to work. Now if I could get my alarm clock to fuction where it poured me a cup of coffee in the morning we would be set.

Enjoy the pick of the hair-by the way-its done only with a blowdryer.