I Don't Wan't to Miss a Thing

Having dreadlocks is like making a social experiment. The hair is a girls most important attribute for sex appeal and when she deliberately "destroys" it, the reactions are strong. When I emailed pictures to Mom, she wasn't exactly happy about it. She asked if I had gotten too little love as a child and pointed out that she loved me just the way I was without dreadlocks. I'm glad you love me just the way I am, no matter what my hair looks like :'-P. But most people are impressed and like it, of course, few would tell to my face that it looked awful and that I should shave them off. Especially strangers give loud approval: a girl on the bus mouthed "I love your dreadlocks" and when I skated to a party Friday night guys yelled "I like your hair" and "Legit!" after me. For sure, then I had two high pony tails, stonewashed jeans and a red jacket, skating, looking rather like a cartoon character.

T's boyfriend is here celebrating his birthday. T gave him a longboard, the same that Bomber has. Three fourths of the enormous chocolate cake is still in the kitchen. They're so cute together and T is all flushed and blushed all the time :-).

On a party last night, Alvright confessed that he'd never seen to girls kissing. He's from Chile, they're kind of conservative there. "We can fix this!" was my immediate reaction "Where is Soleil?". I don't have too many inhibitions really, I mean, if you never dare to try something, you might miss out on one of the greatest experiences in life. We found Soleil in the kitchen. After waving her over it took about five seconds to explain the gravity of the situation and additionally five seconds later we had made Alvright's dreams come true. When Eddie came he was devastated for missing out on us making out. Yes, Eddie, Y O U M I S S E D I T !