Hair be gone!
My hair is starting to take over my life. It gets caught in my bag, caught on the subway, caught on the man standing next to me. I once had such trouble getting my bag over my head on the train that I drew a great amount of attention to myself, as well as the offering of help from the woman sitting next to me. This has to end.
Who knows what it will collect if it continues to grow? - Morsels of food, pencils, small children.
I once cut my hair with Adam's electric razor and, because of its general volume and sheer bird nesty-ness, one could not tell the difference between my shoddy job and that of a professional.
These days, besides obsessing over how long my hair is and then not cutting it (because that would be too obvious?), I am working on my term garment and eating mint chocolate chip ice cream before bed.
Overall, I think my term garment is going to end up costing me between $150 and $200. I went today to get my pants material and that was $30. My shirt material is $24.99 a yard, so I'll be spending almost $75 on that. The vest will be leather, and God only knows how much that will cost seeing as it goes by skins and this small piece I saw that would make about HALF the vest was almost $40.
I love how the pants were the cheapest, yet require the most yardage.
I really want to get into the museum exhibit, though so money is..whatever.
I got my $210 from work on Saturday and it's almost gone. Wtf kind of life am I living? I ain't no high roller.