There you go. I succumbed to peer pressure and
got a haircut this morning. At first I had an appointment at Propaganda, but
when I got there the receptionist told me the hairstylist couldn’t come in
because of a family emergency. So I called Piandre and told them to book me with
whoever was there. So now I have bangs. I actually like them. I haven’t had
bangs since grade school. Back then they were one-length and I looked like I had
half a coconut perched on my head. Teye exclaimed, “You look like you’re 12
years old!” I said, well, at least I look like an unwed teenage mother instead
of an unwed old mother.
Hey, you take
what you can get!