So, there it is, Friday night, no where to go. For some reason I didn’t want to go home. My mother and brother, my dinner date (yea…), probably wouldn’t be home for a few hours because neither of them know how to quit on Friday of all days (a serious wtf…). So it occurred to me that I should go get a hair cut because I’ve been meaning to do it for three months now, because I’m no procrastinator, you understand.
I basically told the lady, who was crazy but very nice, do whatever the hell you want that doesn’t include chemicals, I’m bored. I didn’t know that she was going to torture my face (which is long hand for threading – ouch).
Proof my hair can curl, who knew?
A head you could picture a princess crown on.
How do I flip that? Wtf….
