I cut my hair - short, shorter than it was; cropped would be the appropriate word. I don't remember the last time I felt this light. I refuse to grow it out. I've refused this for ten years. So, no, boys, when you ask me on the first date if I've ever considered this, the answer won't give you the fantasy you want.
Have you ever thought of waxing your balls? We are talking of hairstyles aren't we?
I refuse to wear rings on my fingers, they weigh down my hands. So, you'll just have to speculate amongst yourselves as to my sexual orientation, what with my age and being single with short hair. I could care less.
And, no, I will not back away from being Pro-Choice. I'm an American, and therefore, Pro-Choice by definition. We believe that everyone has the right to choose what is best for him ... dare I say 'her,' as well?
My dress is wrinkled today and I didn't shave my legs above my knees.
I can ignore you whole heartedly on the bus and train without my iPod. I've become very good at looking solidly ahead and denying you eye contact. But, you still offend me by trying to look down my top.
I've lost some friends, gained new ones. This is ok.
I don't consider myself, dare I say it - - - a Christian, let alone a Catholic anymore. There are too many important things in the world, much more important than dogma.
I have no idea where I'm going sometimes or what the outcome will be, more frequently it seems. I'm at a point in my life when I can't care. I just have to go for it. So, I am, and to hell with all the rest of it.