Thursday, November 5, 2009

hair

I have a confession to make. I carry around a lock of my own hair. It's in a plastic bag in my purse, tied very loosely in with an elastic in a simple pony tail. Some days I forget about it and wonder when will I open up my bag and find that the bag has exploded and there is hair stuck to everything due to the static electricity of this dry day.
At first I had totally forgotten about it. I have had my hair long since I moved here. At first it was due to complacancy and not knowing what to do with myself, I have no fashion sense.