Or rather, its just falling out.

And its driving me crazy.

Every time I touch my head, more comes out. I’ve gone from hair that needed half a pack of bobby pins to keep in an updo, to a head of hair that would require perhaps half a dozen.

I’m nervous, and on edge about it. Which probably isn’t helping any. But what else can I do?

Yes I’ve been to the doctor, and yes they are running some tests. And we think it might be hormonal. But I’m nervous and concerned I’ll be bald for my wedding.

Anyone have any experience with this?

BIG TIME.

Dear PSE&G,

I have been a customer of yours for barely 4 months now, and already I realize our relationship is going to be a rough one. For the past four months my bill has been incorrect, and we’ve blamed it on the previous owner’s inability to close out her account properly by getting a final reading. So that we may start our brand new Wegman/Wolber account off with a clean slate and a fresh start. And that was all well and good.

However, and let me just tell you, that is a giant however. Two weeks ago I asked my 70year old grandfather to come up to my house to wait for your sorry excuse for a Meter reader. And because my Pop-Pop loves me he did. He sat here from 8:20 AM until 12:30 PM when you left. He even raked our leaves for us. He lost our garage key in the process sure, but that neither here nor there. Now, this evening I logged into my lovely PSE&G account expecting to find our issues corrected, and ready to call back like I was instructed to do, to get my bill adjusted. But what to my wondering eyes should appear?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!? An incorrect reading!

You sir, came to my house, you physically looked at my meter, this is how you make a living, and yet you read it wrong?!?!?!?!? What the bitch yo? Perhaps you should have logged onto the PSE&G website yourself, so that you might familiarize yourself with how you read a gas meter. So I call your lovely employer and I get just the LOVELIEST, HAPPIEST, most UNDERSTANDING customer service representative ever employed by any company since God was a child. And it got me a whole heaping lot of nowhere. In fact I was informed that we needed to do another actual reading in case this first one was read incorrectly. Gee, whiz do you think that maybe that could have happened Mr. Man? So you suggested that perhaps if the next actual is incorrect I ask to talk to a supervisor, you can bet your britches I’ll be talking to a supervisor.

Anyone wanna come hang out at my house on Monday, and beat down a meter maid?

–Sincerely,

You’re “devoted” customer in PLainfield.

http://tightsarenotpants.com/manifesto

Hi there,

Its been awhile since I’ve spoken up. Things have been rather crazy. Will post something of substance in the upcoming days.

In the meantime I leave you with this

And this

Awesome. This may in fact be better than doing the Hustle at ole PoorChoice

Shame on you Philadelphia Eagles. Shame on you.

The Trentonian had the best headline “Hide your Beagle, Vick is an Eagle”

I find it deplorable that the Eagles have signed Michael Vick. I held the Philadelphia Eagles in higher regards then that. The guy killed animals, he hung them from trees, he strangled them, he electrocuted them with jumper cables, he drowned them. Why do you want that image for one of your players?

C’mon Andy Reid, do you really believe the bullshit you’re spewing about how the fans will just accept it? They’ll just have to get over it?

Did no one in your PR department, or your marketing department, or hell even your law department not stop and say “Hey maybe this isn’t *such* a great idea guys?”, did you guys really not expect there to be protesters outside at your games?

I just can’t wrap my head around this choice, the guy was banned from the NFL. What changed? I’m all for second chances, but what Vick did, was NOT an accident. It was a choice, he bankrolled that operation, he ran it. This wasn’t something that was a one shot accidental happening.

Should Blackjack, and I find ourselves in the South Jersey and/or Philadelphia area in the next couple of weeks, you should expect to see us outside Lincoln Financial Field, holding a sign.

Are bothering me, I keep waking up with these clear little bumps on my hands, that ITCH LIKE THE DEPTHS OF A THOUSAND FIREY HELLS.

After some quick research it turns out that its a form of eczema thats generally brought on by something you’re touching.

Greeeeeeeeat. I don’t touch gross disgusting things all the time or anything.

Off to the dermatologist I go.

In other news, life is good. I love the house, I love my fiancee. Things are moving along nicely, and we’re doing little upgrades here and there. Pictures soon I swear. I promise.

I just found a storage tupperware container, that held, some pictures of a dog a clay paw imprint, oh yeah

And the cremated remains of afforementioned pet.

How does one forget something like that when one moves