the more casual the attire

Someone sent me an article about how to tell if a Dallas businessman was successful — according to the text — the more successful, the more casual the attire. [I really liked the closing lines.] Going by that scale, my usual shorts, no shirt, no shoes? I must be wildly successful. [Day trip to Dallas this week, full suit gig, coming up, why I was thinking about it.] Monday, after a late night on the road, returning from from the coast, was a rough day. It did, however, include many familiar elements, like doughnuts, Asian food [in quantity], girls with fabulous red hair, a new place for coffee, and the Neighbor’s soaps: “I only watch on Monday and Friday, just to get story.” Late last night, it finally happened. It’s been two years — or more — in the planning stages. With the Moon just right, I got my hair cut. I let that girl whack off almost six inches. To be honest, my hair was starting to look like that West Texas rodeo girl’s hair, the ends were rather frayed — the long, sun drenched hair with about six inches of split ends. Looks like I’m no longer blond as all the sun bleached stuff got clipped. Wound up on the bathroom floor. But after trying to untangle my hair from the coast trip, it really felt worth it. Besides, there aren’t a lot of folks I would trust with scissors around my locks. I’m thinking about covering up the gray at the temples with a little splash of color, like maybe some purple. While I was waiting on my friend, at one point, I was stuck reading some bizarre magazines, and I found out that, as a Sagittarius, I should have a Python Make Up case [$340]. Don’t see that happening anytime too soon. It suggested a plaid one [$40] for her, and she just crinkled her nose at the thought. I wonder about this astrology stuff, sometimes. Who writes this stuff?