Mmm... gravy...

It's amazing how much time you spend taking pictures of yourself to find that perfect shot, and it still doesn't do justice.
But there it is post-haircut: longish with shorter layers and some mega-sweet "bang" action. What makes this haircut great is I could wake up with the nastiest bedheads and it would be perfect (i.e. myspace profile pic - - myspace.com/Z_Rachel)

Every time I go to the salon, I wish I had a personal hair washer / head massager. Despite my clenching neck as they awkwardly position it in the nook of those cold, porcelain sinks, I could still lie there for hours with someone lathering up my head...
...rinse and repeat.

My favorite holiday is tomorrow and I've been invited up to New York for a long and uber fantastic weekend at my brother's since no one in my family will be around again. It'll sure beat last year's slew of pity invites from co-workers who felt bad for you that your family isn't even in the same state. Thanksgiving is saved!

I can already imagine this in some children's movie special; maybe it will give Turkey Day the recognition it so rightly deserves. I refuse to acknowledge all things Christmas before this one day I can embrace my gluttonous disposition until I bleed cranberry sauce and gravy.

I mean, come on! It's a whole day dedicated to food and football... what could be better? Don't answer that ;-)