i sold out. how about you...?
when the lady at the salon first saw me when my head was lowered, she thought i was a girl (or so my mom says).
but i feel like i'm 14 again. and i hate when i can't freakin' just tell exactly what kind of hair style i want. because this isn't it. and my mom has a little too much say into how it should be.
Poll
maybe it's just the sudden shock talking. maybe.
if anyone wants my locks of hair, they're on the floor of the forest hills supercuts. probably swept into a corner or long gone, thrown into the garbage. :weeps for the locks: