It wouldn't be so bad if Keith wasn't one of those guys that think a woman's hair should hang down around her knees.
This is what Keith thinks I look like with long hair.
This is what I think I look like with long hair.
This is what I really look like with long hair.
Personally, once my hair gets so long it gets caught when I shut the car door, or gets stuck when I zip up my coat, I want to reach for the scissors.
Right now my hair's longer than it's been in quite a while, but that's only because I decided before my hair turns completely grey I wanted to grow it out & donate it to Locks of Love, a charity that makes wigs for kids with cancer. What little kid wants a wig that makes them look like their grandma?
I don't even remember when was the last time I had my hair cut. I'm not sure how long my hair is right now. About bra-strap length, however long that is.
Which is about as long as it's going to get.
I am so sick of long hair I'm about ready to cut it myself. It might not be so bad if I wasn't planning on donating it. Ordinarily, if my hair was this long I'd have some layers in it or something to give it some style, but since I'm donating it I want as much hair as possible to be as long as possible. Ipso facto, no layers.
Ipso facto, ugly ass hair with no style.
Plus, long hair is always tangled & takes forever to dry. Short hair would practically be dry before I finished getting dressed.
So, I finally decided I'd had enough. I was going to celebrate the new year with a new 'doo. Then the new year came and I decided to give it just a little bit longer. Let it get a little longer. My birthday's next month, so I decided that would be my birthday present to myself. Just to make sure I didn't change my mind again I actually went to the salon and made an appointment to get a haircut. On my birthday even. Now I have almost a whole month to look forward to the big day.
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