Gripped by an impulsive fever this weekend, I cut my hair to my chin. Rather, my mother cut it, because she’s damned good at that. I’ve been growing my hair out for almost two years now, and just like that, I decided I missed the short sauciness of a bob.
So I cut it. I surprised most of my friends last night with the new look and now I can put it up on the internet. Why? Because for about ten minutes into the cut, I thought I’d made the wrong choice. Biscuit retorted,
“Oh, hush up. Tomorrow you’ll be wanting to MAKE OUT with your own hair, you’ll love it so much.”
And indeed, as usual, the Biscuit is correct. I totally want to make out with my sassy new look.
But I’ll leave that to Stuart, shall I?

It’s seems that the thing to DO these days is crusade against Digital Media Theft. And we all know how I like being at the forefront of fashion, analog OR digital. Because of Fish, and Julia, and Sourbob and the girls at SpinStartsHere, the talk of digital content theft has been very much on everyone’s mind.
Last night, a friend tried to point out that stealing content from the someone’s website was just like downloading music illegally. While I personally don’t download music simply because of aural laziness and because Apple tells me not to and I listen to everything Apple tells me, I still think stealing someone’s writing and passing it off as your own is worse than simply downloading a song illegally. It would be like downloading the song, learning to play it, and then passing that off as your own.
To qualify how I feel about stealing website content, I’ll say: Stealing People’s Writing is the New Horrible Satin Capri Pants. Or the new Stupid Fucking Crooked Trucker Hats. It’s the New Bad, is what it is.
So in the spirit of vigilante justice, I went hunting for people who’d dared mess with a girl wielding a Pink Baseball Bat of Style and Doom. Using Copyscape, Google’s new toy, I managed to find exactly one site that replicated my content word for word without crediting ph.com:
Myself. Ah, how meta.
I’m very glad to not have been stolen from. Because my PPBoSaD is currently being refurbished for the big Wedding Bash and I really don’t want to get any messy carnage stains on it.

fourteen wondufl friends + cosmos for me + five hundred doalr tab = GOOD NIGHT OUT.
excsue me i have toogo to bed.