Messy hair and an even messier heart is how I come to you today. It is far too easy to forget to brush my hair. And forget my keys or my wallet at home on the floor when I go out for coffee or biba’s leash when I’m on the street. I might just be making a new mistake with a new man or this could be a love of a lifetime, perhaps not one that will last for life but one I’ll surely remember as long as I have a life. I’m carried away and I know it and everything is messy but it’s a nice mess, not one on the floor but all over, from the wind in the weather to the way my mind wanders. Oh well, I’m going to go with it. My 27 years are wealthy in mistakes and maps marked full of wrong turns, I will cope should this turn into another one of those. But maybe it won’t. One can never know and so I won’t say no. But yes instead to the i love yous and lets go away togethers or come meet my parents and other whims like this one which swept me away from caring about my undeniably too messy hair. What else can I say? I’ m not an example to live by, just another friend of yours acting stupid and silly over a man she not long ago met. You can roll your eyes, I don’t mind, let’s just hope this mess is one I won’t regret.