I fell in a creek yesterday. my arm is scraped and sore and my knee is brusied. my shoes have dried, but my jeans are still covered in mud.
I got really nice new glasses, but I don't have good hair at the same time that I have a desire to photograph myself. Micah's started working 6 10-hour days, so he's not here to take my picture either. and agian, i never remember when i have good hair.
I'm thinking of cutting my hair like i did last year around this time, all off.
Yes, it is all about me