So I walked into the kitchen and told Didgeridoo Boy I was thinking about cutting them back and that I did not need his permission to do so. And then, I walked right up to my bathroom and effed myself up:
Yes, indeed, effed myself up big time. This is five minutes after I lined everything up, grabbed, and went to town a little too soon, too fast. This is the face I get when I am pissed right the hell off and have thrown my tiara to the floor and stomped it, getting mad about that, too. Why I decided to snap a picture I don't know, but I'm glad I did. Nothing like keeping it real, right?
Luckily, my hair grows really fast, and they're actually straightened out now and in need of a trim.
That's what I'm trying to work up the nerve to do - trim my bangs.
Think of me. I'll report back to you on Monday.
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