my story ends, as stories do. -

1. I cut three inches off of my hair. Friday night I was cutting up magazines for a collage. I looked at the craft scissors and went, "Yooooo". I like it! Pictures after I actually retwist my locs.

2. Someone stole my check card information. And spent 8 whole dollars. I'll be getting a new card in about a week.

3. I don't know what to do...in any aspect of my life.

4. 2 weeks til Atlanta. I guess I'm excited.

5. I allow so many people to get to me. It makes me feel like such a loser.