Me: I don't think so. No, not really. I just want them like... I just want them fixed.
Hairdresser: I don't think they need to be fixed, sweetie. They look great. They're not crooked, and they have texture. You didn't cut straight across like a lot of home jobs.
Me: Can you please just do something to them so I feel like they're fixed?
Hairdresser: Okay. Sit down. So... do you want them trimmed up?
Me: I don't know. Maybe a little bit. Maybe like, so they aren't hitting my eyelid?
Hairdresser: They're not hitting your eyelid now.
Me: Just do something. Please just do something so I feel okay about my bangs. I don't care if you make two snips, I just will feel so much better knowing a hair dresser finished this.
I'm really embarrassed about blogging. You would think I would quit this, but I can't. It's like that movie about that gay cowboy and that other gay cowboy and how they want to quit each other, but they can't. It's like that with me and my blog. We're just two metaphorical gay cowboys who don't have the ability to quit each other. Except my blog doesn't have the ability to quit me, so it's even more depressing. It's just me, one metaphorical gay cowboy, not being able to quit an inanimate object. I'm not gay and I'm not a cowboy, but I think you get what I mean. Heath Ledger was so hot in that movie.
I write for a hip, cool site over at HelloGiggles because I am a hip, cool person. Just kidding. I don't know why they asked me to write for them.
I'm also an LOL tag editor for Tumblr, so that is also a fact about me. You're welcome!