tenlittlebullets | LOL forever

I just got enlisted as a bodyguard. Or rather, my hair just got enlisted as a bodyguard. Someone in a mildly skeevy apartment-sitting situation (door was supposed to be unlocked, was either locked or stuck, unlit stairwell/hallway, etc) asked me to come along and (a) try to unstick the door, and (b) discourage any sketchballs who might have decided to squat there and lock the door. The logic behind (b) was that a lone blonde chick was more likely to be a target of skeeviness than a blonde chick accompanied by someone dressed all in black with ass-kicking boots, a very unamused expression, and HAIR THAT WILL EAT YOUR FACE. (She's the one who brought up the hair. Not me.)

There were no sketchballs, just a locked door and a very hungry cat. Since it was on campus I sent her off to security to see if they had a master key. But... LOL, I love that my hair automatically makes me badass.

(Also, I need to stop buying books; I swear I only went into town to go to the bank, but somehow I returned to campus with a copy of The Well of Loneliness. And I really wish when I'd applied for this job that I'd known it would involve math I've never even heard of, viz. curve-fitting with Chebyshev polynomials and Padé approximants and forays into linear algebra and god only fucking knows what else.)