I grew out my hair all summer in an attempt to be a real girl, but after suffering through the heat and wind and nonsense with long(er) hair, I couldn’t take it any longer and whacked it off Friday night. And not to be vain or anything, but don’t you think I’d make a totally cute lesbian?!
Yes, I own a shirt with a smiling state of Ohio on it, thanks to my best friend.
I mean, I love boobs, and I already have the my-parents-disowned-me angst down.
So I messed with my new hair this morning and felt like it was lookin’ pretty sleek, especially when coupled with the pearl earrings Dr. Boyfriend gave me as part of my anniversary present. I asked him if I should gel it down before I left the house, but he assured me it needed nothing. But no! As soon as the wind hit it two feet from the front door, my hair developed WINGS! I could fly away at any moment with these things, right?
Yes, I took this in the bathroom at work a minute ago, and no, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t show it to my boss.
Damn you, curly hair.