Rainy dayz. What a bad day to get a hair cut.
One day my hair will be long and maybe will look something like this:
Unfortunately now I am sporting a hairstyle of a middle schooler who has gone overboard with her flat iron. I don't even use a flat iron anymore, somehow my ends still find the need to jump ship and perish at rapid rates. This is all very important in my life. It's unfortunate. Perhaps one day I will be mentally stimulated through things beyond the world of retail and hair. I blame music, really I do.
My aunt gave this coat to my mom, my mom gave this coat to me.
But will this...:
happen to me if I sport that coat?
I'm concerned. Poor LL.
I'm going home tomorrow for Thanksgiving. I will be excited to see some long lost friends. I will be excited per usual to hang with my dawgs (Jack and Oliver). Lately I've been hanging with my friend Megan's dog, Beetlejuice
Things I must do soon:
Get ACTIVE
Buy these bootz:
and bake a snowman cake.
Sincerely,
Disappointed
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