Heals The Original Dryness

you never realize...
how short you're hair is till you've washed it.
how big a room is until you've painted it.

we're painting josie's room. tis fun... in a relative sense, as in there are worse things to do with one's time. her room is the hottest in the house, and it was quite hot today as well. we both had hairs sticking to our face because of the beads of sweat dripping down. good thing we had the pool. and a computer in a shady part of the house where i could eat food and discuss life affirming topics while allowing my body temperture to go down. i love summer. oh! and i got to talk to neil tonight. if i am human prozac, he is human SPEED! oh my god! oh and i might get a job at talbots which is right next to coldwater creek cause i called today and they might still be in need of people. :)

my hair is poofy. i don't think i would have ever let it get this poofy if i were in highschool, but i rather like it now. it's very me.