for 34 years and a couple of weeks i've had seriously curly hair. today i have perfectly straight hair. i went to the hairdressers for a haircut and she convinced me to let her straighten it. everytime i look in the mirror it completely freaks me out but i wasn't half as freaked as the cg was when he got home from work. it was a few seconds before he could even understand who i was. he told me his brain kept saying "that's sarah...that can't be sarah...that's sarah...that can't be sarah". it was about an hour before he stopped looking at me nervously but i think he's used to it now. i'm still not sure i am. i'll have to go and stare at myself in the mirror again
7:37 p.m. - September 29, 2004
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