Sunday, November 06, 2005
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4 Comments:
*clutching heart*
Good God. The eye-candy shots are killin me!
Stop, will you? (Read: please don't)
thanks nikki. unfortunately, it's ridiculously windy out today and after ten minutes outside, i looked rididculous. so i ended up ironing it out as per my usual.
alack alas.
After the painstaking process of growing my hair out over the last two years, I finally really like it. I might as well have shaved it off; the 9-month-long rainstorm we call Seattle finds me twisting it into something that resembles a knot behind my head, nearly everyday...
If I ever leave Malcolm it may be for my flat iron; he says the same of Statcounter. If you knew us, neither would seem terribly outlandish.
dia,
email me and i'll send you a picture of exactly why i keep my hair so short.
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