Just Call Me Chrome-head. September 16, 2002 - 7:59 p.m.

I'm beginning to go grey.

No, this isn't a metaphor or simile pertaining to my mass amount of stress. I'm literally getting grey hairs. Well, silver, actually. And I don't mean an elegant word for grey. I'm talking bright, shiny, full on metallic silver. Like aluminum foil, candy bar wrapper. I have fucking chrome hair! And I'm only 23!!!

It's only a couple of hairs. And I've always said I was going to be that insane old lady with a thousand cats and long white hair that the neighborhood children have nightmares about... so I obviously don't have a problem with going grey. I accepted this, long ago. I just figured I would have another decade or so before I could even worry about being okay with it.

And, of course, my mom had to help matters by divulging a nightmare of genetics. Her dad and one or two of her brothers went completely grey before turning twenty-six. I don't know if this means it will effect me, but it does mean that it's possible. I may only have three years.

Guess I'll be the kooky old lady on the block before I'm actually old.

Trick or treat, little kids. Sweet dreams. *cackle*

I have to get working on that cackle.

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