Nov 15, 2005 00:06
The other day I bought myself a hairbrush, having lost mine.
Since then, at least nine bristles have fallen out already. It has been three days.
This must say something about my hair, the hairbrush, or both.
Oh well. Maybe when I finally get around to cleaning my room, the old brush will turn up and all will be merry and bright. Not that all isn't merry and brught to begin with - because it truly is!
I'm going to go back to Reading for TROPES and FIGURES OF SPEECH.