Ugh, what a bag of hammers I was this weekend. Evolution on Friday, of course, where I drank my weight in vodka and the roomie and I lamented the fact that our table was
swarmed by a bunch of folks we did not feel like spending the evening with. Is anything more embarrassing than hanging out with really shitty tippers? Feh!
My hair was shortish on Friday (considering it'd been down to my boobs on Friday morning) night, but not shaped, and still just a bit above my shoulders.
Saturday I got it cleaned up at Aveda, and got lots more cut off, and is the shortest I have EVER had my hair. It now looks like this (and I quite like it--it's saucy!):
edited to add: lookit my big gay cat, Tango, with his big gay pink boa!
swarmed by a bunch of folks we did not feel like spending the evening with. Is anything more embarrassing than hanging out with really shitty tippers? Feh!
My hair was shortish on Friday (considering it'd been down to my boobs on Friday morning) night, but not shaped, and still just a bit above my shoulders.
Saturday I got it cleaned up at Aveda, and got lots more cut off, and is the shortest I have EVER had my hair. It now looks like this (and I quite like it--it's saucy!):
edited to add: lookit my big gay cat, Tango, with his big gay pink boa!
troglodyte:
Hotness!