cimorene

cheesy sentimentality.

::stabs things::

::dusts off hands:: thank you.

so i was cleaning the kitchen--shut up. yes, sometimes, i do clean things, but this was part of re-decorating anyway, and i am the family decorator--and that involved removing all my magnetic poetry from the refrigerator, scrubbing it off with 409-lookalike fantastik, throwing away excess stuff and tidying the remainder. and then i started the side of the refrigerator (gave up before i finished), and i discovered, in among the detritii, a lovely 5x7 black and white photo of all of my cousins and myself from my cousin kyndra's wedding last summer. there's jackie in her wheelchair with taylor on her lap, almost all the cousins dressed for the wedding party, kyndra in her wedding dress and myself next to her turned entirely sideways holding jillian, the niecelet and kyndra's daughter up so the camera would catch her face. and my hair is halfway down my back and in the photo, it looks black, because it's black and white.

and i miss it.

my hair is a lot prettier its natural way, really. of course, it will grow back. i'm just going to keep this red for a while longer. i'm still going to re-apply that red dye in a few days, cause while i have it i at least want it read and not coppery.

and i'm glad it's uneven and all, but the long long black hair was much more princess-like (although the bridesmaid dress may not have *hurt* that impression).

here i am, online again. maybe i'll go tape down dropcloths in the new bathroom to be primed--this is my mother's form of blackmail, a requirement if we want to go see ttt this afternoon.

bitches.