Oh how I love your blond, blond hair.

A client just got off the phone saying, "Thank you very much. You're so kind." This is, like, the second comment of the sort I got today. I am very happy and perplexed at the same time because, in my head, I'm the Raging Bitch Queen who is far worst than the Wicked Witch of the West.

Of course, sometimes, when I feel nice, I am nice to the clients. But that is I *am* being nice to the clients. This, however, is me being *me* and you know what? They like *me*. Not the be-nice-to-your-customer-*me*. Not the kiss-arse-*me*. But just-*me*

I guess I'm not as bad as the 'me' I see in my head. There still is light up ahead.

Estel na tol. Anybody still speak elvish these days?

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There's something about Ryan.

Ryan has been in the "circle" for about 3 years now. Nice kid. Not my type. Too Abercrombie & Fitch for my taste. He was one of those cute kids. You know? The cute kids. A bunch of them together, they are quite adorable, like a soccer team. But if you see any of them individually, you'll be thinking, yeah, kind of Abercrombie-boy-next-door cute. Nothing Special.

This year, Ryan returned to the "circle" with wavy just-above-the-shoulder golden hair. And Ryan is no longer the lanky college soccer boy. Ryan has turned into a pure 100 percent grade-A red-blooded American high profile hotcake. Goodbye Abercrombie. Hello, Gucci.

Ryan has returned with a BANG! It's amazing what wavy just-above-the-shoulder golden hair can do to a man.

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How do you get from being a loud-mouth to a discreet? Sometimes, I feel that I'm all emotions and expressions. I need to add a cap on it. Edit and refine, sort of speak.

People are starting to look at me funny, you know?