Sunday, June 24

Doing a Britney

So I went and chopped off a third of my hair. The scissor-wielding gay hairdresser obviously hates me because now I look like shit. He wasn't supposed to lop off so much. I want to bury my head in my hands and weep. In fact, I think I'm going to do it right now.

I don't know why I did it. Boredom, I suppose. I wanted to do something new. Maybe after two years of having the same hair, I wanted to know what I'd look like with something else. All I know is I'm never, EVER doing it again. I can't wait for all this to grow back.