I slept the clock round last night. And basically the night before. My friends in Colorado wore me out. But now I want to move to Denver. I’ve been playing with the idea of moving to Manhattan, but I feel that Denver will be a much better fit for me. I love making plans for the near distant future.
One casualty of Colorado was my hair dryer. Wouldn’t you know it, I haven’t dried my hair in four months, and my hairdryer breaks while I’m out of town staying with a bunch of boys, two days after I get it cut short enough to where I HAVE to dry it (Emily made me promise her years ago that if I was going to have short hair that I would commit to drying it, otherwise she refused to support the short hair).
Me: "Ummm, I know this is a stupid question, but…..Do any of y’all have a hairdryer?"
SOOO – When I got back here I bought a Rad new hairdryer – and this is what it looks like:
Isn’t it pretty? Supposedly it does all kinds of nifty things based on whacked science, but all I’m really concerned with is that it is RED. Go Dawgs.
I was going to finish cleaning my room, but Christy just called and said that she and Allison were going to start trying to make a dent on all the beer that Christy commandeered from her friend’s wedding. So the room is going to have to wait. Love y’all.
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 