tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995333317469020613.post8493162242171478066..comments2014-06-22T14:30:03.924+10:00Comments on Reb, Not Bec: Things, etc.Rebhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659971314900195noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995333317469020613.post-29077664384118145232011-04-04T16:19:32.985+10:002011-04-04T16:19:32.985+10:00Postscript: it did not suit me so now I have a lit...Postscript: it did not suit me so now I have a little red bit in the side.Patsy aka Being Blanchehttp://beingblanche.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995333317469020613.post-19140984401505172312011-04-04T16:17:01.604+10:002011-04-04T16:17:01.604+10:00Hi, I actually remember you from uni, not least be...Hi, I actually remember you from uni, not least because I went to my hairdresser in first year and described what I wanted as, "so this girl in my class has, like, a whole red fringe, can you just give me that!?" <br /><br />Isn't it weird that you can go out outings that, for all intents and purposes, look like dates but are still totally fucking ambiguous? It's actually insane - I mean, pop culture tells us that your coffee-movie-coffee-walk rendezvous was a date, it looks and smells and feels like a date, but you can never really be sure, eh? Because we're so invested in *not* dating. I bet that, eventually, I'll meet a guy who picks me up in a porsche, pins a corsage onto my dress and proposes on bended me but still manages to avoid calling it "a date". <br /><br />Anyway, this Neil Young guy sounds cool. I hope it works out!Patsy aka Being Blanchehttp://beingblanche.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com