It's MY HAIR, dammit!!
As if I needed a reminder of why I will never live with my parents again, today was it. And all over my hair.
That's right... I forgot to mention the whacking my hair got Monday night, coutesy of Esowolf. Where I once had very muched damaged hair almost down to my ass, my hair is now shoulder length and healthy...
This, of course is not what my parents saw. Dad's not so bad. He simply LIKES my hair this length and wants me to keep it like that (no way in HELL). Mom on the other hand, can't get past the fact that (in her mind) my hair is uneven and so curly that I "look like the sphynx". This wild hair has now firmly lodged itself up her ass and she'd very much like me to let her even my hair out, which she's not going to do.
But that's not the point, in her mind. The point, in her mind is that I'd rather "let my friends bully me into giving me a 'hack job' that will make me the subject of many pointing fingers, odd looks and laughter" than let her get my hands on it and cut it less (because in her mind, my hair wasn't as bad as all that) but, to her mind, do a better job.
I SWEAR that woman is going to drive me even more insane than I already am... and she's telling me that I have a place in that house if I need it?!?! I'd rather throw all my shit in storage and live on a cot in Esowolf's backyard!!!