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15 April 2002 (Monday): i'm so shallow

I am coming to terms with the hip haircut. I'm wearing it decidedly less spiky than the girl at the salon left it, which makes me feel less like I'm trying too hard to cool. And it dries in five minutes after I get out of the shower, which is nice.

I've also had a couple of days this past week where I threw on whatever I grabbed from the closet, and the mirror enthusiastically approved. I'm getting there. Someday soon I will be comfortable in my own sense of style, and I won't have to think about it anymore. I hope.

A new peril looms on the horizon, however: my new apartment. For the first time I have an entire residence to myself, three rooms of lofty ceilings and complete emptiness, asking how I am going to fill it with an expression of what home means to me. I can feel an interior-decorating obsession coming on. God help us.

posted by enjelani @ 04:49 PM PST