I'm going to go ahead and call this "Fuck you, bitchface."
(I've got a lot of venting to do. This is the internet. Bite me.)
1) So, ok. I like my haircut. It's good. It's easy. Turns out, it's even excellent "morning after" hair. So I'm pleased. Tell me why, please, a good haircut opens up the back-door of compliments. "Oh, Sarah. Your hair looks SO much better." Over and over. Now, let me tell ya, I'm a low maintenance girl. Physically, anyways. I do not wake up an hour and a half before I need to be somewhere to do my fucking hair. A ponytail will do just fine for me on your average school or work day. And I'm certainly not going to go out of my way to fucking coif before I go sit behind a fucking desk in scrubs for eight hours. It's like telling someone they look better than they did fifty pounds ago. Fuck you. Keep it to yourself. If you NEED to say something, a simple "I really like your haircut" will do just fine. Thanks.
2) Why the fuck is my brother's probation my problem? Why the FUCK do I need to be interrupted mid-lotion by the fucking sheriff demanding I open MY fucking bedroom door immediately? I don't care what kind of law enforcement you are, my business is my business and you will wait until I have goddamn clothes on, motherfucker. Cool your jets. SERIOUSLY.
3) It's a small world, after all, dude. That's all I have to say about that.
I've had a rough day. I apologize for the rant, but I needed to get it out.
(I've got a lot of venting to do. This is the internet. Bite me.)
1) So, ok. I like my haircut. It's good. It's easy. Turns out, it's even excellent "morning after" hair. So I'm pleased. Tell me why, please, a good haircut opens up the back-door of compliments. "Oh, Sarah. Your hair looks SO much better." Over and over. Now, let me tell ya, I'm a low maintenance girl. Physically, anyways. I do not wake up an hour and a half before I need to be somewhere to do my fucking hair. A ponytail will do just fine for me on your average school or work day. And I'm certainly not going to go out of my way to fucking coif before I go sit behind a fucking desk in scrubs for eight hours. It's like telling someone they look better than they did fifty pounds ago. Fuck you. Keep it to yourself. If you NEED to say something, a simple "I really like your haircut" will do just fine. Thanks.
2) Why the fuck is my brother's probation my problem? Why the FUCK do I need to be interrupted mid-lotion by the fucking sheriff demanding I open MY fucking bedroom door immediately? I don't care what kind of law enforcement you are, my business is my business and you will wait until I have goddamn clothes on, motherfucker. Cool your jets. SERIOUSLY.
3) It's a small world, after all, dude. That's all I have to say about that.
I've had a rough day. I apologize for the rant, but I needed to get it out.
2. I have no insight here. I could probably say something skeezie but I'll refrain.
3. Holly asked me the other day "If you could listen to one song for the rest would you rather it be "It's a Small World" or the Barney song?" I chose Small World.