As you can see, at the end of the day, my hair cannot be
bought, sold, or tamed. It really just
has a life of its own.
And now that the roots have grown out a bit, I have straight, white hair, trying to lie peacefully on top of wild, untamed roots. Not a good look.
And just dryyyyyyyy!
DRY.AS.A.BONE.
And its funny, because as horrible as I try to make myself look, leave it to the Sun to take the camera in his beautiful, crafty little hands and capture me at my worst, making it look like my absolute loveliest. And yes, Liam is not dead and is indeed happy to be part of this moment - as is my coffee cup.
And no, i don't have to pee, nor am i leaking. I have no idea why i an standing like this.
Next week: Indigo-go? Or mo-just-dont-go? We shall see….we shall see…..
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