I've got to cut my hair, because I'm able to put it into a pony tail now and once I'm able to pull it back that much, all is lost. I get lazy and start wearing nothing but that, and it really looks kind of bad and it's bad for my hair 'cause it pulls it and makes it thin and frizzy and.. yeah. So I need a hair cut.

Besides, I have split ends.

Yeah, that's what you get for reading my diary. I'm going to make another horrible revelation that you don't want to know about: I haven't shaved my legs since I left school! Ha! that's right!

I mean, the way I look at it... I never wear shorts, the only skirts I wear go almost to floor, and I ain't trying to impress anyone. I'll shave 'em next time I'm planning to wear shorts or go swimming, I suppose, but in the meantime, it adds 20 stressful minutes to what would otherwise be a very nice shower. I can't see far enough to shave my legs without my glasses on. I miss spots. And cut myself. And it sucks.

Yup. Too much information. That's my middle name, you know.

Hey, it's my own damn diary. Heh.

Love,
Beth

And don't you feel today, too?



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