Day 63:Tablescrap

By Stolen Babies

 

Show at the firehouse

Goodness, gracious: Jaguar Love and The Batteries

(And most likely some other band)

Ribbon in my hair. It looks really sad.

Poor, sad little ribbon.

 

God, I love the word "euphomism".

I do, it's a really nice word.

And it's so common.

 

I have frizzy hair.

I used to HATE it, I felt like such a freak because all my friends had such shiny straight hair, they always made fun of me because my hair was so bushy and curly.

So I fried it with a straightener and tons of bleach and color.

So now it's all sad and cooked :(

But hey, it's growing out, and I really like it, now.

It's funny and I can do so much.

I like my frizzy hair.

 

I remember

Just listening

Looking up to

A fantasy

Til the day it was right in front of me

Now it’s ruined

Now it looks like

Tablescraps and nothing else

Done