yeah, i did it once. it was ok.

so, i've done it more than once... but you know, i honestly feel, this is going to be the last time.
or at least... the last time for a long long time. i can remember when i would get those haircuts, you know...
those straight hair haircuts... the one that are for people with straight hair, yeah, i expected that my hair could conform to the haircut. it never did, and i wasn't happy about it. so, i got to the point where i gave up. i tied up/back my hair every moment of every day. and so it was and so it stayed for years. years. and thus happened years of self-conscious, insecure
me. well. i don't want to get into it, but lets just say, that after years of baby steps, and just some regular growing up i have finally learned to love my hair - oh, and myself. i am at a point where i can say thank god i never turned into one of those girls who waste hours of their life ironing their hair straight. (not to mention electricity.) anyway, here is to proving it happened, for possibly, the last time.

instead... i waste minutes writing this kinda crap. (something i hoped i'd never do, but at least it is off my chest.. or.. head..?)
anyway, on another note, on Arch street, between 2nd and 3rd is this mural/mosaic thingie that has been there for years on top of years. i love it. i hope it never gets changed/added to. ever.

and with that said, i am going to go back to munching the asparagus that is so so good on the table.
(who ever is thinking about pee right now... i knew you would be...)