It's funny sometimes how something that can make you so incredibly happy also makes you unbearably sad. And also, why is it not the case that if you bury your face in a pillow and cry (and wear mascara religiously like I do) it doesn't really look like eyes or a face so much as just black all over the place? Yey Clorox! (I only use white pillowcases for this exact reason.)
Oh, but I cut my hair. Well, I had my hair cut. And I like it. I gotta find out the girls name that cuts it because she's done it twice so far, I loved it both times, and I just keep getting lucky that she's there whenever I spur of the moment decide to change something.
And my birthday is in a week. This is good, bad, and indifferent all at once.
That is all.
Oh, but I cut my hair. Well, I had my hair cut. And I like it. I gotta find out the girls name that cuts it because she's done it twice so far, I loved it both times, and I just keep getting lucky that she's there whenever I spur of the moment decide to change something.
And my birthday is in a week. This is good, bad, and indifferent all at once.
That is all.
tattooedteddy:
You'll have to put up new photos of your haircut. 
