think happy thoughts..
Hunbun's mom touched up my hair. I messed it up a little.
"This side looks a little longer.."
clip, clip.
"Now this side looks longer.."
clip, clip.
And so on and so forth.
So it's even now. And layered. Though, I'm worried it looks very slightly like a mullet. But I also don't care because at least it's out of my way, off my fucking back and shoulders. And at least I don't have to walk around, worried if people notice it looks like a two-year-old got scissor-happy with my hair..
I need to laugh more.
I don't even know what it's like to have fun anymore..
And even if I'm anywhere near Fun, I shun it. I make excuses of uncomfort, annoyance, stupidity.
But maybe I'm just afraid of Fun.
I think I'm afraid of a lot of things right now..
LJ