> But yesterday night, while brushing my teeth, a large chunk of the tooth actually broke right off! There's something extremely... icky or scary or sending-chills-down-your-spine-y with suddenly having big pieces of your teeth in your mouth and/or your hand... After (overly) carefully brushing and flossing the rest of my teeth, I found myself sitting, studying the piece of tooth. "Heh. Imagine, this thing was, until a few minutes ago, a part of my body!"
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I know how this feels. Last week, I cut off all my hair. I was with my cousin Izzie and my friend Staci (AKA Sarya =)...and I said, "Izzie, want to cut my hair?" So we did.
I then put my hair into a ponytail, then Izzie cut it off. It was quite exhilerating to hold 14 inches of hair in my hand, and know that it was part of my body and one time, and would never be on again.
Now, my hair is in a baggie in my room, waiting to be donated to the charity that makes wigs for girls with cancer. But, first, I'm going to get a picture of me with my old, true, and dis-embodied friend.
T"no longer hairy"ess