oi vey!
Yesterday I turned twenty-two and half. Old lady in full effect.
On a hairy note, my friend Jana pulled me some strings with her hair stylist at the upstairs salon, at this precise time tomorrow morning I'll be getting me some cut/colorage. I'm not sure which part I'm more nervous about. Which is rather silly since my hair has seen almost every color in the goddamn rainbow. But somewhere along the 19 yr old train I just stuck to black and I haven't ventured elsewhere since. I took an oath never to let bleach come near these locks again. So much for that one. The other thing I'm nervous about is(not to dis my gender)but I only like getting hair cuts by males, (gay males to be exact.) I know it sounds weird but every chick who's ever cut my hair, I usually end up hating it. I'm not ready to let go of my long(big)hair dreams, lather rinse repeat. So trimmage would be the appropriate term, I'm not going to let a year of work down the drain only to throw in the towel now. Though I do love me some short hair. Open to ideas...
On a scary note, I've never been more sure, about what exactly, I indeed want. The price I had to pay was almost losing you, for me to come terms with what I was actually trying to run from. I'm through running in the figurative sense. Now it's all about turning this fantasy into a reality. These butterflies are the good kind, I am aware of this now. The excitement is going to burst through my pores, I can feel it!
The girl had oodles of pretty dreams last night. Not smiling, repeat not fucking smiling.
I can taste the anticipation on my lips, for a Thursday night of cocktails and pink dresses.
On a hairy note, my friend Jana pulled me some strings with her hair stylist at the upstairs salon, at this precise time tomorrow morning I'll be getting me some cut/colorage. I'm not sure which part I'm more nervous about. Which is rather silly since my hair has seen almost every color in the goddamn rainbow. But somewhere along the 19 yr old train I just stuck to black and I haven't ventured elsewhere since. I took an oath never to let bleach come near these locks again. So much for that one. The other thing I'm nervous about is(not to dis my gender)but I only like getting hair cuts by males, (gay males to be exact.) I know it sounds weird but every chick who's ever cut my hair, I usually end up hating it. I'm not ready to let go of my long(big)hair dreams, lather rinse repeat. So trimmage would be the appropriate term, I'm not going to let a year of work down the drain only to throw in the towel now. Though I do love me some short hair. Open to ideas...
On a scary note, I've never been more sure, about what exactly, I indeed want. The price I had to pay was almost losing you, for me to come terms with what I was actually trying to run from. I'm through running in the figurative sense. Now it's all about turning this fantasy into a reality. These butterflies are the good kind, I am aware of this now. The excitement is going to burst through my pores, I can feel it!
The girl had oodles of pretty dreams last night. Not smiling, repeat not fucking smiling.
I can taste the anticipation on my lips, for a Thursday night of cocktails and pink dresses.