Rantings and ravings

5

Dear you,

To continue on telling you about me, I think I shall start with my physical appearance. I don't really know why, but I've always had a fascination with them. It amazes me how a person can be so obsessed with another, purely based on their looks.

I told She-who-shall-not-be-named this, but she yelled at me and told me to get off the phone. But that's okay; she hasn't been the same sine the accident.

Anyway, getting back to physical appearances. Maybe you'll enjoy my letters more, if you know what I look like.

To begin with, I'm short. Not the usual kind of short, where people call you cute and petite and you're like those poor puppies that get stuffed into handbags. No, I'm that kind of short that people think I'm underdeveloped. If I had been tall, I would have been a willowy figure, with mile long legs and silky sun spun hair.

I don't really know why I think this, since my hair is actually ratty, with tight curls the colour of a soul sucking, all consuming black. Before the accident, I had tried dying my hair pink. It looked like my head was bleeding.

I can't think of anything else to say now, I suppose I'll go. I'll try and keep with the descriptions next letter.

Till death do us part,
Rosemund Pike