well my fantastic friendlies how have you all been? My hair is getting long and it feels strange on my back so I keep grabbing at it and pulling at it and twisting it and throwing it back. I have a hair appointment on Saturday and I can feel the strands quivering. "Don't cut me!" they scream in tiny high pitched vibrato. Don't worry my pretties, I won't cut you too much. I don't think that is much comfort to them. It is strange being in this place I work when it is dark and everyone else has gone home. I watch cars go in and out but the lobby remains silent. I'm feeling bored. A man in a yellow shirt just walked through, as if to prove me wrong. " Just getting something out of Roger's helicopter," he drawls, then walks out the back door. I try to sound acknowleding. "Ok" I call to his departing form. My mom and I went to the lake yesterday and ate a picnic I put together. There is something about lying sprawled out in the sun and feeling your body being rocked gently by the small waves underneath you. We vowed to go once a week, but I know we really won't. I ordered a dress from Modcloth the other day, using a giftcard my bestie gave to me in order to make my rival jealous. She's the best friend a girl could ask for. I am impatient for it to arrive, though.