Stand back from the dot painting! OR Getting Closer....

Here it is. The pinnacle point. Last night, dressed up-I stood in front of urban art in a gallery opening and admired it. Proper? Too right. Sophisticated, smart-thoughtful. If you had seen this philosophizing brunette with her hair curled and a vodka tonic in her hand I think you'd be casually impressed. Wait! Don't look too closely- you might see the suede falling off the back of the boot, that expression- was it enlightenment or bewilderment? Hold on- do those glasses really have lenses in them? "OF COURSE THEY DO- BACK UP BITCH!" All right, all right. Enlightenment it clearly was. The brown hair helps. I'm pretty sure. I'm almost certain. You see, I used to be blonde and I am on a mission to work out if people think I'm smarter as a brunette. I'm also trying to work out if I get different acting roles as a brunette or-let's be honest- any roles at all. It seems that when you have brown hair all the roles are for blondes and when you have blonde hair producers want to sleep with you. It's a conundrum. Like when your changing lanes on the 405, and the faster lane is always the one you just left. Should you get back in that lane again? Is it too late? Is the universe going to press the "stuff you" button as soon as you put your indicator on and have moved to the point of no return? Probably. But you do it anyway- just to see. It's like when I bend rulers as far as they can bend with morbid fascination and then SNAP-they're dead. It was always going to happen but I like to see how far I can push it.