Cosmetologist's Log: Mugato are spiny venomous unicorn ape big foot beasts from planet neural. They like to get their nails did. (Yes, I know I said did. It's my log and I'll be as preciously cute with my grammar as I like. Computer, stop judging me!)

Cosmetologist's Log: Tribbles are trouble. They are nothing but trouble. Some people say they are sweet loving little balls of fur. No. Not true. 

Cosmetologist's Log: I just love love. Don't you just love love love? When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful, a miracle--oh it was beautiful, magical. And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily, oh joyfully, playfully watching me...

Cosmetologist's Log: Today I got a visit from Ruk. I'm not sure what little girls are made up but I know one big android girl is made of a lace front a whole bunch of track hair and a lot of attention to detail. 

Cosmetologist's Log: We just got an invite to a wedding on Talos IV. I'm wrapping a toaster. I hope Talosians use toasters in spite of the fact that they can toast bread with their minds. Hmmm, I bet they can even create pre toasted bread from scratch with their minds. It's the thought that counts, right? (If you don't get this one readers, don't worry, it's a deep track. LOL) 

Cosmetologist's Log: Today I was trimming up that Andorian Ambassador's snowy white tresses and bam I made a big whoopsie. 

Cosmetologist's Log: Looking good doesn't come cheap and if you want a flawless complexion as one of the universes last two Cheron natives you're going to need to fork over some cash. If you weren't so set on your bigotry you could go in halfsies.  

Cosmetologist's Log: I remember those nights on Cloud City. Oh Lando, Lando don't you lose my number. 'Cause you're not anywhere, that I can't find you....

Cosmetologist's Log: Friday's are busy days. Everybody and their brother wants to look good for the weekend. I don't care how ashy your elbows are, I'm not squeezing you in for deep coco butter treatments on a Friday!

Cosmetologist's Log: Sometimes you get into trouble. Sometimes you ARE trouble. Learn to know the difference. Don't worry. Moxie loves you either way, but don't ask me to post bail. xoxox