After "hunkering down" with my man during the hurricane, I reluctantly have returned to Orlando. Lemme tell ya, driving on I-4 in the pouring rain is scary as fuck.
So last week I went to get what I thought would be an amazingly hot haircut--I even had a picture to give the hairdresser and everything! I tell the lady EXACTLY what I want, take my glasses off, and prepare to be beautified. However, when I put my glasses back on, I did not have my adorable haircut I had instructed the hairstylist to create, but rather a monstrocity that looked as if it belonged on a militant butch lesbian. So basically, I have drab, boring, practically non-existant brown hair now.
I WANT MY HOT PINK HAIR BACK, DAMNIT!!!!
To top it all off, I broke my glasses.
I officially lose at life this week.
So last week I went to get what I thought would be an amazingly hot haircut--I even had a picture to give the hairdresser and everything! I tell the lady EXACTLY what I want, take my glasses off, and prepare to be beautified. However, when I put my glasses back on, I did not have my adorable haircut I had instructed the hairstylist to create, but rather a monstrocity that looked as if it belonged on a militant butch lesbian. So basically, I have drab, boring, practically non-existant brown hair now.
I WANT MY HOT PINK HAIR BACK, DAMNIT!!!!
To top it all off, I broke my glasses.
I officially lose at life this week.
Us Orlando girls gotta stick together