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Huge hair news. I changed my part from the middle to the right side. Wow, I know. This is the problem with self indulgent public journals. I'm actually posting about this, and while it's in a fascitious manner, I only saw its humor after I'd decided to post about it.
But really, I felt like this was a huge hair change. It's as though I can't just...flip my hair back to the middle. I need to get out of my hair rut. It's far more dire than a lot of people would think. ...so maybe dire isn't the right word here, but it's close. Old hair can make you feel all around icky. I haven't let anyone else cut my hair in ages, and maybe I should invest in a professional treatment of some sort. Or a manicure. I seriously enjoyed that manicure for felinefury's wedding.
Christ, this part is driving me mad. I feel entirely lopsided, and my hair is having a protest rally. Little hairs sneak across the border and when they get to the other side they cry "FRRRRREEDOM!"
I don't start 56-hour shifts this week. Halle-fucking-lujah. But next week...*grumble* I need to keep reminding myself that this means I'll have the entire day off on Friday, and half of Thursday. That's pretty feckin' sweet. The couch, however, does not look comfortable. But it isn't like I get sleep now.
...that entire entry is completely moo (like a cow's opinion). I couldn't stand it and set my hair free from the tyranny of fashion parts. Oi.
But really, I felt like this was a huge hair change. It's as though I can't just...flip my hair back to the middle. I need to get out of my hair rut. It's far more dire than a lot of people would think. ...so maybe dire isn't the right word here, but it's close. Old hair can make you feel all around icky. I haven't let anyone else cut my hair in ages, and maybe I should invest in a professional treatment of some sort. Or a manicure. I seriously enjoyed that manicure for felinefury's wedding.
Christ, this part is driving me mad. I feel entirely lopsided, and my hair is having a protest rally. Little hairs sneak across the border and when they get to the other side they cry "FRRRRREEDOM!"
I don't start 56-hour shifts this week. Halle-fucking-lujah. But next week...*grumble* I need to keep reminding myself that this means I'll have the entire day off on Friday, and half of Thursday. That's pretty feckin' sweet. The couch, however, does not look comfortable. But it isn't like I get sleep now.
...that entire entry is completely moo (like a cow's opinion). I couldn't stand it and set my hair free from the tyranny of fashion parts. Oi.