Do you ever wonder where the money goes?
In this case, I'm referring to the money you pay at a nice hair salon to get it cut and coloured. And in my opinion, the answer is right up Riley's nose. He can't HELP but fuck up my hair EVERYTIME I SEE HIM. Motherfucker. I am soooooooo pissed right now. He did absolutely nothing to my hair that I couldn't have done myself if I'd gone blind beforehand. Cut three inches off and dyed the ROOTS an obnoxious and ugly colour of bleeding wrist red. WHAT THE FUCK. I asked him to layer it cuz I thought that would be fun, and he layered it ON THE INSIDE. What's the fucking point if you can't see them? HE CUT OFF ALL MY HAIR. BASTARD!!! I told him he could cut off an inch or two, and he said, "Aw, how about three?" and I SAID OKAY, BECAUSE HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE A TRAINED PROFESSIONAL AND KNOW WHAT THE SHIT HE'S DOING. Layers on the inside, mother's ASS. Who does this shit? Yeah. I cried for about twenty minutes when I got home. What an utter waste. And how much did it cost? ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-EIGHT DOLLARS, ALL OF WHICH WILL GO TOWARD FUNDING RILEY'S CRACK ADDICTION. What a beautiful cycle. My hair is no longer special in ANY way. I am no longer glad I cut it - in fact, I wish I hadn't. But at least Riley will get his drugs.
Mother FUCK.
Mother FUCK.