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Danny got his hair cut today. I really don't like it. I've been fighting for ages with him to keep his hair long. Not actual fighting, mind you, but it's a worthy cause and I champion it. Two main reasons: first, my dad and brother had military cuts all my life and it's weird (which is the lesser reason), plus Danny just plain looks better with longer hair, due in no small part to his ears. They're the kind that extend further out from the head than usual, but it's unnoticeable with hair of any real length. He tried to keep the top long for me when he got his hair cut today, but the back and sides are really short, which is what really concerns me. He just didn't understand that, I guess. I told him the top can be a little shorter, but I like the sides and back longer. Not enough to curl into his ears or anything, but... you know.
He complains because it's hot and he has to wash it or it gets oily, but excuse me if I have no pity. I'm a girl. I've had hair my entire life, and I deal with it fine. I understand it being annoying when it gets long enough to fly into his ears and eyes when he drives; he can't do the ponytail thing like I can. But I'm not asking him to keep it that long. I just want to be able to grip it between my fingers when I put my palms on his head, mostly, and have a little hair poke through the gaps between my fingers. Whatever.
It'll grow. And I'll live obviously. I understand that it's a nuisance when he lets it grow too long but that just means GO GET A HAIR CUT. I mean, to keep it buzzed requires hair cuts way more often anyway. He told me that if I really, really wanted a short hair cut or something he didn't like himself, he wouldn't mind because it's what I really wanted. First, I don't think that's true. I mean, it's not like he'd break up with me for it, but he'd hate it. Second, I want to look good to him, therefore I wouldn't get a haircut he wouldn't like. I might get one that's not his ideal, but he still has to approve, because I really love being sexy for him.
Well anyway. I got stuff to cover my tattoo that will hopefully work. It's not made to cover tattoos but it'll have to do at least for the time being. I also got inserts for the white tennis shoes Danny's mom gave me. I have to go get white Skechers but I really can't afford it right now. I have $30-someodd in my bank right now and I still have to buy the pouch and such. I get paid on Thursday so they'll have to deal until Saturday when I work my second shift. I hope they don't mind... but they have to understand just not having the money. At least I have plain white tennis shoes of some sort, right? Besides, they don't have my size, so nyah.
I got into a minifight with Danny over the shoes though because he was willing to buy me the shoes and let me pay him back later, but only if we found the exact right ones. I found Reeboks that looked just like the ones I saw the girls wearing but Kohl's didn't have white Skechers tennis shoes... not pure white at least. But he wouldn't buy them, even when I said I could return them later. It irritated me because if I'd had the money at the moment I would have bought those for the time being. At the time I didn't know if the ones his mom bought me would fit. But I guess they do, so it doesn't matter. And $12 wasted on inserts is better than $40 on shoes that aren't exactly right, I guess. I didn't want to spend his money, anyway, to be honest.
Gotta go run soon. Danny promised to work out with me when he gets home. Much as I hate running itself, I feel really good and very sexy afterward. :D
He complains because it's hot and he has to wash it or it gets oily, but excuse me if I have no pity. I'm a girl. I've had hair my entire life, and I deal with it fine. I understand it being annoying when it gets long enough to fly into his ears and eyes when he drives; he can't do the ponytail thing like I can. But I'm not asking him to keep it that long. I just want to be able to grip it between my fingers when I put my palms on his head, mostly, and have a little hair poke through the gaps between my fingers. Whatever.
It'll grow. And I'll live obviously. I understand that it's a nuisance when he lets it grow too long but that just means GO GET A HAIR CUT. I mean, to keep it buzzed requires hair cuts way more often anyway. He told me that if I really, really wanted a short hair cut or something he didn't like himself, he wouldn't mind because it's what I really wanted. First, I don't think that's true. I mean, it's not like he'd break up with me for it, but he'd hate it. Second, I want to look good to him, therefore I wouldn't get a haircut he wouldn't like. I might get one that's not his ideal, but he still has to approve, because I really love being sexy for him.
Well anyway. I got stuff to cover my tattoo that will hopefully work. It's not made to cover tattoos but it'll have to do at least for the time being. I also got inserts for the white tennis shoes Danny's mom gave me. I have to go get white Skechers but I really can't afford it right now. I have $30-someodd in my bank right now and I still have to buy the pouch and such. I get paid on Thursday so they'll have to deal until Saturday when I work my second shift. I hope they don't mind... but they have to understand just not having the money. At least I have plain white tennis shoes of some sort, right? Besides, they don't have my size, so nyah.
I got into a minifight with Danny over the shoes though because he was willing to buy me the shoes and let me pay him back later, but only if we found the exact right ones. I found Reeboks that looked just like the ones I saw the girls wearing but Kohl's didn't have white Skechers tennis shoes... not pure white at least. But he wouldn't buy them, even when I said I could return them later. It irritated me because if I'd had the money at the moment I would have bought those for the time being. At the time I didn't know if the ones his mom bought me would fit. But I guess they do, so it doesn't matter. And $12 wasted on inserts is better than $40 on shoes that aren't exactly right, I guess. I didn't want to spend his money, anyway, to be honest.
Gotta go run soon. Danny promised to work out with me when he gets home. Much as I hate running itself, I feel really good and very sexy afterward. :D