Ah, fuck.
I should never be left to my own devices, let alone be left to my own devices with scissors.
Remember those "good idea/bad idea" little blurbs that were on the Animaniacs back in the day? You know, one of them was:
Good idea: doing your own yard work
Bad idea: doing your own dental work.
And then there would be a little psychotic cartoony bit of a guy yanking out his own teeth and shrieking in pain?
Yeah, well, I wrote my own today.
Good idea: Getting your hair done right before the company Christmas party.
Bad idea: doing your OWN hair right before the company Christmas party.
I came home today and went insane. I decided I didn't want til my nice Aveda hair appointment tomorrow (you know those wienertots tried to tell me it would take FOUR AND A HALF HOURS to cut and colour my hair? yikes) to get my hair cut, and I decided it would be a wise and judicious move to go into the bathroom, grab random fistfuls of my dry hair, and begin sawing through chunks with these weird scissor/pruning shear things.
Yes, seriously.
Then I slathered orange dye on my head--it was supposed to be a nice cinnamony colour, and it was called "Ginger Rush." They should have called it "That Retina-Frying Colour Only Seen On The Vests Of Crossing Guards". Mother of GAWD I hope this turns out better than I think.
The sink is full of fiant tufts of my hair in red, pink, purple and blue. Perhaps I shall fashion a tiny cushion for my hope chest, hahaha.
Who the fuck has a hope chest?!
Anyhoo, it's a sickness--when left to my own devices, I do stupid shit. Let's see how it turns out.
In other news, I cooked! I made ginger beef and broccoli (plus zucchini) for dinner. Yum. Now to go out and breathe garlic all over creepy men.
My head smells like a giant, rotting synthetic peach.
I should never be left to my own devices, let alone be left to my own devices with scissors.
Remember those "good idea/bad idea" little blurbs that were on the Animaniacs back in the day? You know, one of them was:
Good idea: doing your own yard work
Bad idea: doing your own dental work.
And then there would be a little psychotic cartoony bit of a guy yanking out his own teeth and shrieking in pain?
Yeah, well, I wrote my own today.
Good idea: Getting your hair done right before the company Christmas party.
Bad idea: doing your OWN hair right before the company Christmas party.
I came home today and went insane. I decided I didn't want til my nice Aveda hair appointment tomorrow (you know those wienertots tried to tell me it would take FOUR AND A HALF HOURS to cut and colour my hair? yikes) to get my hair cut, and I decided it would be a wise and judicious move to go into the bathroom, grab random fistfuls of my dry hair, and begin sawing through chunks with these weird scissor/pruning shear things.
Yes, seriously.
Then I slathered orange dye on my head--it was supposed to be a nice cinnamony colour, and it was called "Ginger Rush." They should have called it "That Retina-Frying Colour Only Seen On The Vests Of Crossing Guards". Mother of GAWD I hope this turns out better than I think.
The sink is full of fiant tufts of my hair in red, pink, purple and blue. Perhaps I shall fashion a tiny cushion for my hope chest, hahaha.
Who the fuck has a hope chest?!
Anyhoo, it's a sickness--when left to my own devices, I do stupid shit. Let's see how it turns out.
In other news, I cooked! I made ginger beef and broccoli (plus zucchini) for dinner. Yum. Now to go out and breathe garlic all over creepy men.
My head smells like a giant, rotting synthetic peach.
phineas:
I don't understand how people can cut their own hair. I would end up looking like a 3rd grader.
troglodyte:
I'd end up with no hair. Hell, I'd even screw up a buzz-cut.