.oO(Sometimes I blur the edges.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 19 March 2009: Expect this to be deleted. The stylist did not give me the haircut that I wanted, even with a picture and directions... to the extent that I had to go to another salon to have what is left of my hair salvaged. It's still long, I guess - but about four inches shorter than I wanted it... and not layered correctly. This is the hair style I wore out about two years ago. I'll live - it will grow out, and I'll get the layers trimmed every other month or so, and it will be what I wanted it to be. Tonight I'll drink in memory of the hair I didn't want to lose. It is missed. Luke saved my day with that one image. With that one mention of my name on something that is going to be available world wide. I am honest when I say that I am terrible at relationships - but I lie when I say that I do not want marriage or children. I will never admit that sober, and there is a good chance that if I remember adding this (or if I find it tomorrow), I will delete it. It's just easier to deny some things, I guess. Fuck this noise. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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