Dear Supreme Being,

I know that I am on the list of most perfect human beings that you have ever made, but I think it might’ve been more practical to give me straight hair even though a slight curl is more perfect. I only say this because I haven’t cut my hair in a while and it’s become quite a burning bush, if you catch my drift.

So, yeah, just straighten it until I get it cut, please. You know the address.

Love,

BJCG

P.S. Could you send me a revised version of the Perfect List?

P.P.S. Wait, scratch that. I would rather have this.

It’s coming! It’s coming!

The Top Chef Finale review will be up tomorrow. Sandy has been wasting my time. Well, no. She hasn’t. She’s so cute that I just can’t stand to write in my blog too often.

A new poem will also be up by tomorrow night (expect it to be late). Also, my coverage of Shear Genius will begin soon! Who’s excited? I am. I know absolutely nothing about hair, but I damn well know how to judge people. Especially when they’re hairdressers. Okay, that’s not a fact, but I’m going to assume it is for the time being.

I’m still forging my blog’s identity (yes, it’s going through a crisis) so bear with me. It’s going to take some time to do so. In the meantime, just enjoy the random posting. Once I get a topic (or two or three) to constantly discuss, then start expecting more scheduled posting.

Who Wants A New Drinking Game?

I do! I do!

I mean, I’ve never really played a drinking game (well, with actual drinks, that is). So my question is: where’s the best place to start?

With a shitty, addictive television show, of course!

The Ambiguously Gay Duo

That is all.