Last weekend, I saw the boy who put in my dreads-- returned from college for a weekend. I was horribly proud because it was the first time since August that he didn't have anything mean to say about them. glee.
D'aww for 4 AM Denny's run.
Sleeping in a chair.
Messy, but vastly improved...about a week ago.
My face was hiding that day.
And for the sake of posting it, that is my dreadhead buddy Hannah sleeping on the bus at a Model UN outing. D'aww.
And also for the sake of posting it, because I am feeling all nostalgic:
The boy who did my dreads when he had his.