dammit

[verbicide]

My hair is completely hopeless. It's grown out of control. And I don't even have an idea what I want to do with it. I want to keep growing it out, but I think a shorter cut would be more professional. And then showering wouldn't take 5 hours and a gallon of conditioner.

I fight this battle year round. I decide to grow it out. Then I decide I hate the in-between stage. But I'm usually too busy to jump on the impulse to get it cut right then. And then it grows unwieldy. And now I look like Cousin It.

And then Judy yells at me for shoving it into a bun. Hobbes likes it long, because it gives him something to step on in the morning which wakes me up right away. Granted, I'm generally cursing, and he ends up flying off starboard, but regardless.

Also, I don't want to take the time to go get it cut right now. I just want it to behave. Goddammit.

Comments

[archaica.livejournal.com]

picture?

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

Okay. But this is first thing in the morning. It's not gonna be pretty.


Observe the demonic horn-like structure coming out from the wings.


I am not a morning person.

[archaica.livejournal.com]

Yowza dow dow! That is some scary hair.

Plus - OMG grumpy!

[verbicide.livejournal.com]

I told you!!!