I got a haircut last weekend and I don’t know what the hell happened to me. When she said she was going to cut in some layers, I must of mm-mmm’ed, distracted by People magazine’s attempt at journalism.
How could I forget when my hair reaches a certain (short) length, it begins to show just the tiniest of wave? Of course I didn’t notice at the time because my hairdresser dried my hair using a $100 boar’s hairbrush the size of a soda can. It wasn’t until I washed it the first time and looked in the mirror with my damp hair.
So no more Katie Holmes hairdo. I now have what could be this commercial model’s hairstyle after I spend too damn long with a hot curling iron and some hairspray, something I didn’t have to do before. By the way, I’m talking about the model with two legs, not four.
Would you believe I have proof! I tried to take some flattering pictures of me, but three things thwarted my attempt:
I’m using a camera phone;
In the bathroom with bad lighting;
And I’m the least photogenic person in the world (and I feel weird smiling at myself).