The thing for ladies to do these days is put shocks of pastel in their hair. You see it everywhere, across race and class lines. Lilacs and pinks and teals and robin egg blues. A sea of bobbing cotton candy, as far as the eye can see. Not me. It reminds me too much of my high school, where girls would bleach their hair with peroxide and use Kool-Aid paste to color it a rusty…
Got my hair did. Like everything else in life, I like parts but I’m not crazy about the whole. I want to do surgery on it but I’ve been urged to leave it alone. I just want a great haircut for once. Not a this-is-okay-but-I-don’t-like-it-enough-to-do-anything-but-grow-it-right-back-out-the-way-it-was-before cut. Middle class woes, aren’t they fun? Saw the Star Trek movie today before work. It’s very bromantic and full of very attractive people and lens flares. Jesus, with the…
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. [Project 365]
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