I think this life moment deserves its own entire blog entry. The other day I was sitting around at work twirling my incredibly short hair and thinking to myself how fabulous it would be if my hair were, oh, say eighteen inches longer, and I could REALLY twirl it and look REALLY cool doing it. A-ha moment: a girl I went to high school with does extensions. I could get extensions! I mean, right? I can do that, right? So I give her a call (i.e., a facebook message) and we set up an appointment. I buy the hair on the spot and, well, let's just say it's long. Like, real long. My hair would never grow this long in a billion trillion years. I'm ecstatic. Except for one thing: it takes like an entire hour to style my stupid hair now. Pain for beauty. Also, this is a really conceited blog post and I DGAF about it.
befo
& afta
1 comment:
Gaah I LOVE THEM (Like I said on your fb). They're like, real-life extensions, not fakies like mine, right? It looks supah good :)
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