As hair, I don't really know that much about literature. Honestly, I don't know how to read. I've always been sort of embarrased by this, but not too much, since nobody ever asks me to compete in the spelling bee or anything. But that's not my point. I can sort of tell what Adella's thinking. And one of her passing thoughts concerned this book ( Read more... )

Dear Adella: I sold out to Citibank. Think of it as a strategic partnership.

I look new now! It's good that Adella has time to take new photos of me in between drinking mare blood and raiding small villages. I like to feel appreciated.

On the west coast there is much less humidity. Thus I am 'easier to manage'. Or so Adella says. I don't know that I really need to be 'managed'. I mean, I'm my own person. A hair person.

So I'm blonde now. Actually, I've probably been blonde for a while. I don't know exactly how long. It's funny how these sort of things start to slip your mind, when you're blonde.

Look at my new icon! It's so pretty and decontextualized!

I'm trying to kill Adella! For fun.

Sometimes, I feel goth. Don't worry, though: it doesn't mean I'm depressed. It's a style thing.

So Adella dyed me red. She actually did this some time ago, but I've been too busy to write about it. You know, getting brushed, getting washed, getting to smell like cigarette smoke, being rolled up with gel to make an orifice... it's a full life. Anyway, I like the color change. It's me.

Last night, Adella put this black wig on over me. I don't know why she would choose that sort of thing instead of her reliable, beautiful hair. It had red artificial things in the front, which kept falling off, and it was ugly. I am beautiful. Post a message below telling me how beautiful I am.