I have never hated a place so fully and completely.
Every step I take there feels like my brain cells are depleting by the thousands.
I don't care about your souped up car, I don't care about your 7 children with different baby daddies and I certainly don't care about what kind of heating your trailer has.

Dear god (whatever you are, wherever you are, whatever your purpose) please let me make it through these few months without stringing myself up with my hairdryer cord.

It is time when all flowers are dead
Eternal longing fills my heart
He reminds me of the autumn nights
When stars are the bridge in the sky

My friend Reem forced me to make this for her to review all of my past decisions in haircuts as this is a subject we discuss via MSN quite often. They are numbered so we are able to easily discuss particular styles. It is funny. She thinks I need a "Part Deux". I'll also be making one for her and secretly posting it on my blog. Shhhhhhh!
20 = WORST.