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I have decided that I want to be Jean Arthur. Isn't she perfect? And she was a cute-as-a-button flapper in the silents, too.

Justin on Jean Arthur: "Oh yeah, she was the hot chick in Mr. Smith Goes To Washington."

Bugger that for a game of soldiers!

What the christ does that mean?

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I got a trim today. My hair, I mean. On my head. Took a couple inches off so it's shoulder-length, with one long layer to give it a little shape without making it impossible to put up. A bit longer than I'd expected it to be, but upon reflection I've decided that this is better. Now all I have to do is put in hot rollers and I'll have just enough of a curl to do '40s hair, and it'll last longer now than it did before what with there being less weight on the curl and all. Plus I had really bad split ends and now my hair is nice and non-split, for the moment. Yay for a haircut.

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Justin owes me ten gallons of gas. The country station whose office is up the road from me - The Bull, I don't know their call numbers or frequency - bought down the price of gas at the Diamond Shamrock at the corner of Bill Owens and H.G. Mosely, $0.99 a gallon for the first ten gallons, and Justin wouldn't let me wait in line to get it because he said the wait was too long (I was about fifth in line to get into the lot, which has six or eight pumps in it). And I needed gas in my truck, too. So he owes me the gas, or at least owes me the difference between $10 and what I'll actually pay to have ten gallons put in at normal price.