More and more people are telling me that my hair looked better when it was long and dark. What am I supposed to do? Say, "Oh, hang on for five years, brb growing out my hair"?? Steal the hair back from some little cancery kid and glue it to my head? Or maybe wait until a time machine is invented so I can use it for the sole, frivolous purpose of going back in time to stop my haircut? Yes, I'm growing it out because I miss having long hair. And yes, I'll become a brunette again eventually -- not because I don't like the blond, but because being a brunette is less expensive.
|July 2010...there's actually more hair than that; it was down to my waist|
|November 2011. Um, the one on the left.|
So that was my biggest pet peeve of the day, and considering that the pet peeves of some people are things like, "I haven't eaten in six days" or "I wish this guy wasn't knifing me to death right now," I now feel pretty silly. But if those people wanted to, they could start a blog and write about those things.
But THEN, David called me at work and said his mom sent him something in the mail. The package contained:
- one of the DVDs that David got me for Christmas (Black Swan was absent... if my aunt Sally starts yelling "ATTACK IT! ATTACK IT! ATTACK IT!" at random moments, we will know that she kept the DVD and got swanned in by the metaphors one is whacked over the head with when watching that movie)