Wednesday, May 25, 2005
The girl who cut my hair (her name is "Kat") at the hair-cutting place put in some aromatic volumizer that I bought afterward. It looks and feels rather similar to a certain male ejaculate, but it makes my hair shiny and it smells like a mixture of fruits. The constant waft around my head makes me a little ill, though...
I begin training tomorrow for the summer position, just sitting through a meeting or two, sipping water, smiling in all the right places. Pretending I'm "friendly", in the conventional manner, is quite exhausting. Holding the inane, salesgirl smile for extended periods literally hurts my cheeks.
Dumbing myself down everywhere has me concerned that I actually have become dumb...er...
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:54 AM]