Ode to My Bangs
I hate you. Die, bastards, die. I can't have you poking my eyes anymore and giving me headaches and making me look at/through you all day long. I can't have that.
But if I cut you, you win. This is why I made Husband swear up and down in 1993 that he would never, under any circumstances, allow me to have bangs ever again. And when he reminded me of that in 2006 I said, "Pssshhh. What-ever. They're cute."
Dammit. I need a headband.
But if I cut you, you win. This is why I made Husband swear up and down in 1993 that he would never, under any circumstances, allow me to have bangs ever again. And when he reminded me of that in 2006 I said, "Pssshhh. What-ever. They're cute."
Dammit. I need a headband.
1 Comments:
OH, do I hear you!! I will NEVER have bangs again if I can help it. I realize I have the largest forehead known to man, but I will NOT cut my bangs. SUCH the pain in the ass, they are.......
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