Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Every single one of us the devil inside
I walk into the bathroom and find lovely blond hair all around my feet and stuck to the glass basin. I see it everywhere. I see my tiny scissors from my grooming kit on the floor.
I walk into his bedroom and hold my breath. O dear God. He is gorgeous still, but bald on top and his bangs are shorter than mine were during my brief but startling Parisian Pageboy year.
At least he didn't shave his eyebrows off like my friend
told me that her kid did before picture day at school.
My mom said I cut my own hair too.
Rite of passage I suppose...
You wanna go hat shopping Finn?