Getting my hair dyed today. Black, as always.
I’ve contemplated on getting it cut or letting it grow out, and I think I’m going to go with the latter.
I miss long hair, especially long black hair.
Maybe if I grow it out long enough, Tom will mistake me for Lucinda…
“Her hair was as black as a bucket of tar,
her skin as white as a cuttlefish bone.
I left Texas to follow Lucinda,
now I’ll never see heaven or home.”