damn the muse

I did something different today with my hair. I killed the bangs. Swept them back, ironed them straight with my jibere iron, and now I'm considering growing them out for good this time. There's only one downside. I gleefully asked C. how I looked because I was amused. "You look older."

Ouch!

Ok, ok. Vanity forsake me. I get a kick out of hearing my roommate's friends incorrectly guess my age. Miss America I am not. Nor am I 21. I look great for being 26.

That isn't senial, though when I find I can no longer remember the words to Porgia Amor it's rather frightening. But that's another story. I'd rather say, "Damn me to hell." Now I'm just playing around to see who can quote me there.

I'm in the mood for change, and whether the bangs go or stay, well I can't believe I'm posting about it. How mundane.