Thanks
I used to complain that I watch more TV than I should. I’m going to hold back on that tonight because TV probably saved me from a really bad decision. Good grief, thats sad.
Any who.
In preparation for my regularly scheduled hair appointment, I’ve spent the last 5 days tossing around the idea of cutting the hair I’ve been growing out for 2 years. Cut it. Don’t cut it. Cut it. Don’t cut it. It went on and on (which was silly because cutting my hair is the least of my worries right now but yet, it was how I filled my week. dork). 2 whole years to get it as long as it is now (below my shoulders) and all of a sudden I was going to cut it. I’m not talking cutting it ala Britney Spears style, but much shorter than it is now.
And then Thursday night I saw an episode of King of Queens. The episode where Carey cuts her hair short and ends up looking...like a boy and is made fun of by Robert Goulet. The question to cut or not cut was settled at that point and I have Robert Goulet’s guest appearance to thank.
On a similar note, I also have Mother Nature to thank. Because of her, I get to color my hair again!
I’m not even 30 yet. Wah.
