Not really. Except I cut my own bangs. I’m pretty sure that breaks the rules, at least according to those “things you shouldn’t ever do” lists that are in magazines.
I don’t know what came over me. I was just standing in the mirror, thinking how much I hated my hair and how thin it looked and thought, “You know what? I need to change this now.” Then I grabbed some scissors and went to work.
They are a bit blunt but I like them. They have a rock and roll edge to them. I say this but I will probably hate it three days from now. But it makes me look and feel different, and that’s what I wanted. I look a little more like a cool edgy drummer now and less like some sixteen-year-old kid driving her dad’s car for the first time.
How is it already Monday? Crap.