me and my pony tail

many people may ask what i am doing creating a blog and to those people i say, "because i have a pony tail." You see, for my entire life i have entrusted my head to a certain talented artist who would sculpt the clay of my scalp with skill and precision. However, she has now left me for uglier, browner, and coincidently, warmer pastures. Since her departure i have not been able to build up the courage to let someone else touch the hairs of my head in hopes that someday i will see her again and my loyatly to her touch will win her heart. In summation, the nice point that was once was carved in the name of style, is now long enough to distract me in class as it twirls around my fingers. oh Rachel...how i miss thee.