Veggie, are you with me?!

Sooo, I'm up for another hair session. This time, I've booked a hairdresser because bf forbade me to lock myself in the bathroom and cut my own hair like I really wanted to the other night when neither of us could sleep. At all. It was just those nights where I've always come out with pink streaks or an entirely new shade of screaming blonde.

Now, I'll cut it. I've made up my mind after going outside today with freshly washed hair (when it's the least tangly) and I had a friggin raccoon all up in that back of the neck after being in the wind for a few minutes. Shit doesn't cut it. Or does it? Ha-ha. I made a funny.

Anyways, I'll probably be one of those people with the fashionable bob. Also, to make it less... I'm crapping myself because I have a boring haircut-tedious, I'll try and scramble the courage to make it a asymmetrical bob. I have no idea of the hairdresser will actually DO it for me, but we'll see. If she/he does, it'll only be holy crap it's not at all as fun as I hoped but the least sucky of the alternatives-boring. And that's good enough for me when I'm left with only boo or ick.

Oh, and it will probably take just under four days (only because we're going away this weekend) before I find myself in the bathroom mixing up a bowl of bleach just because when I cut it all my pretty yellowishy goldeny highlights will go away and we can't have that now, can we?