hair
So Thom has just informed me that my hairdresser is moving to brazil (where the boyfriend is from) next year.
This makes me feel two things:
1. JEALOUS THAT THOM KNOWS MORE ABOUT JACOB THAN I DO. JACOB IS MINE, YOU SLUT! YOU'RE LUCKY I LENT HIM TO YOU! (love you, Thommie)
2. Devastated that the only man allowed to come near my hair with scissors is MOVING TO BRAZIL!
What am I going to do? My hair has been fucked over royally in the past and doesn't trust easily. Well, I suppose I have a year to scout out a new guy. Fuck.
End of ridiculously superficial rant.
This makes me feel two things:
1. JEALOUS THAT THOM KNOWS MORE ABOUT JACOB THAN I DO. JACOB IS MINE, YOU SLUT! YOU'RE LUCKY I LENT HIM TO YOU! (love you, Thommie)
2. Devastated that the only man allowed to come near my hair with scissors is MOVING TO BRAZIL!
What am I going to do? My hair has been fucked over royally in the past and doesn't trust easily. Well, I suppose I have a year to scout out a new guy. Fuck.
End of ridiculously superficial rant.