This morning I decided what I would do if I won an obscene amount of money in a lottery.
After donating a pile of it to help African orphans and my friends, I decided that I would hire my own personal hair brusher. What a great gig! Anyone want it? You’d only have to work for half an hour every three days. I spend a good chunk of my morning prep time trying to get a brush through my hair, only to wash it and have to start all over again. There is a massive amount of swearing involved. Oh how decadent it would be to have someone just do it for me!
You’d also have to be available to come over and brush it when I feel sick. My mom used to do that and it was the most relaxing and comforting thing. I miss that.
I wrote about my hair issues a couple years ago…or rather a ‘How I Came to Embrace the CRAZY.’ (I’d go take a look for some bad pics). Since then, it’s gotten long. Really long. My grandmother used to say that a family of squirrels could live in my hair and I’d never know it. It used to piss me off. Well…a couple days ago I found a barrette in it. I hadn’t worn a barrette in a couple days. I think that Moo Moo may have been on to something. Perhaps I should take a side job as a smuggler.
I was looking at Michelle Williams hair the other day and I was itching to chop mine all off again. I’m getting my hair done tomorrow…hmmmmm.
Go for it?
Don’t freak…I’m not going to do it but it’s oh so tempting. Have you ever chopped it all off?