... without actually showing you my current haircut.
Before you look at this, I have three major pet peeves with my hair:
1. Bangs long enough to hang in my eyes.
2. Short hair at the nape of my neck.
3. Hair by my ears that's not short enough to let lay flat but only barely long enough to attempt to tuck behind my ears, which doesn't last.

Can you see why this haircut is driving me up a wall?
Also, it's going to take me another three months to get to a bob, all of which I'll be slowly driven INSANE.
*
Speaking of things driving me insane, Otis is looking for attention, probably because I'm angry with him.
Why am I angry with him? Because I fell asleep on the couch, and he proceeded to wake me up at 3:30 in the goddamn morning to eat. So I figure, okay, I'll feed the stupid cat now and it'll give me time to sleep in. So I feed him, stumble into my bedroom, and try to sleep.
Five minutes later, he hops into bed contented and fed and wriggles under my covers, where he proceeds to purr for a couple of minutes before yakking phlegm all over the sheets. Then when I yelp, he leaps off the bed, crawls under it, and vomits everything he ate for breakfast. Twice.
I have no paper towels.
FML. No, seriously, F. M. L.
Before you look at this, I have three major pet peeves with my hair:
1. Bangs long enough to hang in my eyes.
2. Short hair at the nape of my neck.
3. Hair by my ears that's not short enough to let lay flat but only barely long enough to attempt to tuck behind my ears, which doesn't last.

Can you see why this haircut is driving me up a wall?
Also, it's going to take me another three months to get to a bob, all of which I'll be slowly driven INSANE.
*
Speaking of things driving me insane, Otis is looking for attention, probably because I'm angry with him.
Why am I angry with him? Because I fell asleep on the couch, and he proceeded to wake me up at 3:30 in the goddamn morning to eat. So I figure, okay, I'll feed the stupid cat now and it'll give me time to sleep in. So I feed him, stumble into my bedroom, and try to sleep.
Five minutes later, he hops into bed contented and fed and wriggles under my covers, where he proceeds to purr for a couple of minutes before yakking phlegm all over the sheets. Then when I yelp, he leaps off the bed, crawls under it, and vomits everything he ate for breakfast. Twice.
I have no paper towels.
FML. No, seriously, F. M. L.
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Date: 2009-07-20 01:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-20 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-20 01:48 pm (UTC)But thank you nonetheless. :)
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Date: 2009-07-20 04:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-20 07:00 pm (UTC)I still think you're cuter in a bob, but then, I thinkt hat's my personal preferences for thigh-highs and a classic bob showing.
as for FML - good luck? if you were around here i have freinds i'd throw your way. employed, property owning freinds. just to be clear i'm not talking about the (admittatly eigh-packed) drummers i know.
you could start writing gay porn novels. at least then you'd have pretteh fans.