I'm really in love with the idea of growig my hair out in attempts of cultivating a ronettes beehive. I want to be a walking anachronism. Also, the idea of living day in and day out with a veritable work of art on my head is also very alluring... and it would be a labor of love as in order to maintain it I will have to expend a lot of time and energy (also a lot of aquanet!). I'm willing to make these sacrifices.
so, my goddamn twenty first birthday is rapidly approaching; I would like to wrangle up my close, good friends for an evening of partying fun at some point.
I would rather not commemorate my existance, however, it's an excuse to party more than anything else.
let's float around New York City: