it's a bummer when you're having an absolutely gorgeous hair day, and the only people who get to see it are a bunch of kids and your boyfriend. not that the boyfriend doesn't appreciate it, mind you, but, well, it's not the same as showing off to a bunch of girls. (= i kid, i kid, but seriously, the hair? *points* blow drying at its best.

in other news, i had a pleasant elaine-on-snl-with-homeless-guy-skit moment when a guy in a passing yellow mustang honked and whistled at me. my first reaction was to call him a jackass, but then i thought, i should be so lucky that he's not: a) fobby asian, b) a mexican drive thru guy, or c) old as hell. hey, a compliment's a compliment.

all in all, it made for a fairly good day.