and that's my face and those are my eyes and that's my nose and those are my eyebrows and that's my butt, tricked you, my butt's not in there.
I'm fairly happy with the outcome, it's a lot blonder, it didn't fall out, and it's not orange... huge success. I did not succumb to the hairdresser's greedy pleas to "give it a trim", I know ALL too well what that means, sadistic little scissor fingers, the last time I fell for that line I walked out the salon looking VERY Afrikaans. That's not a good thing. Sorry to be so hugely offensive, just jolling bru, I just walked out with one times mullet, less than ideal. I let him trim my fringe though, it was a little unruly and "loose", as the captain always tells me. And now, I look like a Stepford wife, he's gonna love this. Tea and scones, anyone?
Ooooh YES please. No Cary, not YOU, yahooooo no longer eat SCONES, you eat strawberries and drink green tea, remember? REMEMBER?!! Sorry, I have some internal battles going on, I'm dealing with it
