Saturday, September 17
and the hairdresser's scissors went,
snip snip.
yes i cut my hair. again. no, no, it's okay, there really isn't a need to reach for the little tin where you keep the Wig Fund. i didn't chop my fringe off. i'm not that stupid, considering how it took a month to grow it back to its current length. umm. so now it's a bit of my june haircut. straight. sort of. ahh i give up.
i'm in a
much better mood tonight. =D =D =D
this may or may not be directly related to how much the russians love their children.
remembering nightworld. and that bit in front i always loved. i can't remember the exact wording, but it went something like this: there are only 2 rules in the nightworld. 1. you can't fall in love with a human. 2. they can't find out the nightworld. this is a book about what happens when both rules get broken.
don't you stand there and tell me you love me, then leave again.
it must've been love.
8:36 pm
xoxo
