Some days that I wish I could either shave off all my hair or just let it be.
The second option would require more than a mere day. I’d need go away for six months, or even a year, to a desert island, preferably – to just let the follicles find their level (whatever that means). No more five to six weekly hair appointments. I just want to be. Unruly. Unkempt. Uncoiffed. I’d probably be unemployed too because without regular hair maintenance I’d probably look unemployable, too. (Hello, escapee from the loony bin?)
So I guess I should really seriously consider the first option. Jeebus.
Friday has been brought to you by BHD*.
*BHD = Bad Hair Day