Sunday, 25 April 2010

conversation starters

Darlings,
I presume an introduction is in order.

I struggle to think of subjects to write about, (blogging bodes well...) but, as narcissistic as it seems, writing about myself proves easier, much easier. This sort of writing will most likely ensue then.

One day, like millions of others, I shall write professionally, live in London, in a wonderfully airy apartment, and write about the mundane happenings forming my days, but I’m certain to make these mindless ramblings into entertaining reads. No fear.

I have short hair, but wish it were long. After sporting a section of grade 2 for six months, (before the Rihannas and the Cassies of this world, I am proud to say) I somewhat foolishly, cut the rest of my hair short, in order for the regrowth stage to go slightly less unnoticed. I regret it, as I am desperately searching for that chink of light at the end of the seven year long tunnel to lengthy locks. It’s headscarf city in my wardrobe. Not hats though, never suited hats.

Until anon x

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