I will not die an unlived life I will not live in fear of falling Or of catching fire I choose to inhabit my days To allow my living to open me Making me less afraid More accessible To loosen my heart So that it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise I choose to risk my significance. To live so that that which comes to me as seed Goes to the next as blossom And that which comes to me as blossom Goes on as fruit. --Donna Markova

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Darn, Dang it, Shoot!

Yeah, so I just got my hair cut. Yay, right? Well, except for the fact that she cut it way too short (completely my fault--I always end up getting it cut too short b/c I hallucinate about how short I'm really telling her to cut it). I look like a boy. AHHHHHH!

1 Comments:

Blogger lalaleah said...

ah, don't listen to katie. her new haircut is uber-cute!

5:06 PM

 

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