So I'm older. That apparently means my hair has decided it wants to be shorter and really dark. Almost black. I guess it's better than grey, anyway.
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My head feels like it's going to explode, my mouth tastes like coffee, and my mom is forcing me to buy a new pair of shoes tonight. This is what spring break is about. That and sneaking cigarettes on the back deck as though they're cocaine, because I want to spare myself the "quitting smoking was the hardest thing I ever had to do" speech. ( Read more... )