|My friend, Sam. This is a hair-DO and pretty much exactly what I want.|
I am bored, unstimulated, how do you say...je m'ennuie à mourir. That means death, you anglophones. This is for serious.
What is the obvious solution to this dilemma my friends? Drugs? Pornography? Probably, but not before I shave my head.
Oh, stop your gasping and disapproving head motions. I'm not going to go for the Britney look. Besides, my head is a ghastly white, a colour which the rest of my skin would simply balk at in disgust.
I'm going Cyndi Lauper, circa before I was conceived, but fast forwarded. I see it as "rockabilly, you're never going to be given a serious career, but DAMN YA LOOK GOOD, GIRL-chic." I mean, that's exactly what you were thinking too, right? right??
I think I could rock it. I....think. I'm also outrageously terrified and shakin' in ma boots at the prospect of allowing a woman wielding an electric razor to go near my cranium.
Opinions please and thank you!