2004-03-21 - 3:39 p.m.
So I think I might grow my hair out for cancer.
Wigs, I suppose, would be more specifically what my hair would go to. I've NEVER had long hair. And every time I cut it short I end up wishing it was longer. When I try growing it out, I wish it was short. So my new logic is that since I'm never satisfied with my hair (I "refuse to come to terms" with it, it's been said), I might as well let it look like shit for awhile for a good cause.
But I want to cut it too. The back is growing faster than anything else, and I fear an eventual mullet phase. I don't know if the length difference is that severe, but I don't know what to expect.
Tomorrow is my first interaction with my new job selling toys! I'll be walking to work, of course. Speaking of, one of the two remaining pairs of pants I own that fit me have started to go threadbare on the back of the inner thighs. My new dilemma: buy new, bigger pants, resigning myself to a new size, or wait a month or two and hope I lose enough weight to get into my old pants again. I really abused the egg nog this past holiday season. I'm starting to be embarrassed about it.
Other than that, not much is new. In May we might move into the apartment Emily will be vacating, and Jeremy might buy her car from her. We're taking over Emily's life. I can't help it! All her stuff is better than mine.
We're going to get our regular phone back once we move. People call us too much to maintain a cell phone. Our phone bill for last month (which, with the current plan, is $34) was $154.
Yup.
And with that, I'm going to eat cheesy shells. More soon?
