Mr. S gave me carte blanche to have a "feel pretty" day today. I'll put it like this: the first pair of jeans I tried on were MAGNIFICENT. Jeans. And the word "magnificent." Like... I should have bought a lottery ticket. Oh, and they were on sale. My ass looks like a brick-shit house in them. GREAT DAY. Good sushi, CDs I wanted on sale... PERFECT.
Last part of the day: haircut and color. I only needed a trim, say a half-inch, because I JUST got a cut three weeks ago.
She took off 6 inches. I wear glasses. I can't fucking SEE when I get a haircut. Yeah, I know: it grows back. I AM A LEO. DO NOT FUCK WITH MY HAIR. I feel naked and fat-faced and MAD and I didn't let her do my color, and because I have it ingrained in me, I TIPPED HER ANYWAY. But, ha ha, only 12%.
*crawls under the blankets and takes hair-gro and has a thoroughly Anne moment*
Sue: it barely brushes my shoulders! I'm a dork, I know, but I'm SAD. I am ASLAN on the STONE TABLE. GOD I AM PATHETIC. *doesn't frickin' CARE*