once upon a time, in a far away land, i had long hair:
it had it's advantages. with a LOT of hairspray, and quite a bit of hope, it could look like this for about half an evening:
i have very thin hair though, so in general any style falls out, and it spent most of it's time looking limp and crappy. i did not like this. so i wore lots of hats:
one day, i went a bit shorter. it looked ok now without really having to do much to it:
and it could still be mussed-up good and punky when i was in the mood:
though one day i was feeling bored. and hot. so my mate came round and chopped it off and stuck stuff in it:
volia! red hair! short hair! spikeyness could commence! and it has stayed:
until last friday, when on needing to top up my colour, i was convinced to pick up purple instead of red:
hurrah! the end? very doubtful. i've never really liked my hair much. i guess that's why i change it so much, in hope i'll be happy with it one day. in fact - it drives me insane whatever length it is. hurrah for hats!
and here is the wonderful girl who inspired the tale:
no matter what she says about her hair, i always wanted it!oh, and here, have some monkeys:
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Ooh everyone is obsessing about their hair at the moment!
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