So, as I have done five hundred thousandy billion times before, I went into the salon today thinking I might do something drastic (which I’ve been contemplating for months), and I emerged with a three-inch trim and long layers. HEAVE YOUR SIGHS OF DISAPPOINTMENT IF YOU MUST. But I like it and it weighs about fifty pounds less than it did this morning.
Booooo! Of course, it looks great, and I’m jealous of your long shiny, smooth locks … but I’ve heard you pump yourself up for something different so many times. Maybe in a few years when I finally whip my booty into the rockin’ bod I’ve always dreamed of, we can go to the salon together and go all out, changing color and lopping off inches. And stop off for some margaritas. And stiletto boots.
It looks great! (But I was expecting something more drastic.)
A, hee hee, I know, I’m chicken. And listen, any time you want to get drunk and go get our hair colored, you just holler at me. Now as for those stiletto boots, I will let you handle that and cheer you on!
K, thanks! Maybe this summer when my hair is literally ass long again, I’ll do something more interesting. Maaaaaaybe.
I’m thinking dreadlocks. Just STOP WASHING IT. I’ll buy you some shitty ass wooden beads and we’ll install them together, randomly.
See here: http://capecodhistory.us/Namibia/pictures/dreads%20003a.jpg
What happen to the bangs? Come on, lady!
Please don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but you need to laugh more. What it does for your face is transforming.