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I got a hair cut yesterday, and the gravity of what I have done has recently begun to set in. You may recall my mentioning my passport picture, taken during the height of my mono epidemic. I complained that the police in France wouldn't recognize me because in the picture I severly resembled a little boy. Well, now they will have no problem.
Kate said never to tell your hairdresser you want something new without going in with a picture. And never, ever, tell them that you want your hair to be choppy. Well, dear reader, I have done both, and the result is horrific. By choppy, she seemed to think she should chop it all off. And when I said new, she heard flapper girl.
Once I figure out how to use my digital camera and then figure out how to put pictures in livejournal, I will post a picture of my newly deranged self.
Now I realize that hair is only hair, and that it will grow back eventually, and I really can't look that bad. But that's crap. Because it does look bad, and I'm stuck with it for two months, because that's how long it will take for this to get back to normal. But aside from the day of bitching I am allowing myself, I will not complain any more about this topic. I will simply buy many cute hats and start attempting to put my hair up again.
The moral of this story is that I am making a vow to let my hair grow long again. And that Kate needs to come with me the next time I get anything of any kind done.
Kate said never to tell your hairdresser you want something new without going in with a picture. And never, ever, tell them that you want your hair to be choppy. Well, dear reader, I have done both, and the result is horrific. By choppy, she seemed to think she should chop it all off. And when I said new, she heard flapper girl.
Once I figure out how to use my digital camera and then figure out how to put pictures in livejournal, I will post a picture of my newly deranged self.
Now I realize that hair is only hair, and that it will grow back eventually, and I really can't look that bad. But that's crap. Because it does look bad, and I'm stuck with it for two months, because that's how long it will take for this to get back to normal. But aside from the day of bitching I am allowing myself, I will not complain any more about this topic. I will simply buy many cute hats and start attempting to put my hair up again.
The moral of this story is that I am making a vow to let my hair grow long again. And that Kate needs to come with me the next time I get anything of any kind done.