Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

Back to my roots. For the first time in GodKnowsWhen, my hair falls about my shoulders in curls. Tangled red ringlets twist about my neck and I resolve never to straighten it ever ever ever again.Pretty hair, until it frizzes up, which it will inevitably do. Until then, I shall sit through an hour of Ulysses and another of Norman Britain, actually looking like a girl for a change. I got up early-ish and showered, scenting my hair with mint and my body with vanilla and lavender, and spent more than the cursory few minutes on my appearence. Pretty hair and pretty makeup and all of it nothing to do with that sweet-voiced young woman in my tutor group. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower