I wish one of you would go to the grocery store with me to physically prevent me from buying the avocados I never seem to eat before they rot.
I found Bill right around the corner from where I was living.
Bill was on 20th Street near my first-ever grown-up apartment, a tiny studio on Park Avenue South in Gramercy Park. I was in a bad way and Bill took care of me. It was scary for me to trust again, but with time, I grew to give Bill carte blanche.
At least with my hair.
My hair adventure started just prior to graduating from Cornell.
I didn’t intend to take last week off from blogging – swear. But I got back from Florida and that’s what happened.
So. What have I been doing? Lots. Tons and tons of important stuff. Continue reading
Mom visited me. More on that soon.
Naturally she had an opinion.
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It looks much lighter in person, I think. And I’ll use undereye concealer in the future.
T and his boyfriend have the sweetest Schnauzer who answers to Yoko.
Happily, my allergies were kept at bay.
Have a great weekend, lovely friends.