I just got here. As a matter of fact, I joined Open Salon this morning.
I don't have anything that looks remotely like Farrah's hair, I buy my gloves in pairs and I'm all for getting a bailout even if it might potentially come as a result of ads by Google. This hardly seems likely. You all seem like a wild, smart and interesting group of people that I wouldn't mind getting stuck in an airport with (if the bars are open at least). And I'm not saying that in a bad way, so take that as compliment. You have made me laugh for a couple of weeks now and the last time I did that from the sidelines, well, let's just say, things didn't work out between us. Watching myself having bad sex is not my idea of a great out of body experience.
So please, be gentle with me. I don't take rejection as well as I used to. In fact, I'm allergic to it. It causes me to break out in writing. Or worse, to post photos like these before and after the Farrah phase in hopes of making your acquaintance.
DOES IT PAY TO ADVERTISE?
Only my hairdresser knows for sure.