|The true late-night concerns of a girl on the eve of completing a $100,000+ education:
||[Jan. 13th, 2004|11:59 pm]
Oh, You Know
|||||David Bowie -- Young Americans||]|
-How should I get my hair cut? Should I cut it short?
-How short is short?
-Maybe like to here.
-Oo, that's short.
-Maybe I'll just shave it all off. What do you think?
-Oh, I think that'd be cute! Then you could do the kind of cancer patient hat thing!
-What? I'm just saying you have a cute head, that's all.
-And you look good in hats!
-That's it--this is going straight to LiveJournal.
-Oh, don't do that...*
(My mother, realizing that I am leaving for the west in less than one week, is putting forth an even greater effort to make the most of our time together. After the men of the house have hit the hay, she stays up late to drink tea and talk with me. To be fair, it was past her bedtime.)