TADAA! I got my hair all cut and colored yesterday. I am pretty happy with it.
I even put on some lipstick yesterday. Red. In memory of Liz Taylor.
I got a smidge carried away with that while using photobooth for a mirror. It happens.
I'm not the only one who gets pretty excited about photobooth, by the way.
Yes. Such a complex beauty I'm told
Me: Yes, Self that is some pretty great hair & make up. You're a real complex beauty.
Me: Thanks, Me!
Me: The red is basically perfect.... And that Liz Taylor thing? Very moving *single tear*
Me: Stop it Self! You're embarrassing me now!
Me: Oh Self, you are too modest.
Me: Yes, Mind, it's one of my weaknesses. Whenever I'm at a job interview (which is pretty often compared to some people), it's what I tell them when they ask me if I even have any flaws. I say, "Why yes, of course I have flaws. I'm part of Humanity and Humanity is flawed. Also, I'm too humble". Then I crumple my eyebrows and look out of their window, far into the distance.
Me: Oh Self, you are a deep thinker. A deep thinker.
Me: It can be a curse, Me. It can be such a curse sometimes.
*cough*
And then....
PS. I almost felt guilty for posting this picture of her on the internet until I remembered that she hired a clown to show up at my 30th birthday party. Jellybeans, the 4 foot tall smoking clown who barged into my house and played 3 kazoo songs for me in my living room in front of all my new friends (we had just moved here). And she thinks I would forget something like that. She is wrong, internet. WRONG. She thinks she's safe because she lives in a clown free area of Canada. Wrong again.
Anyhow, she's going to be really jealous of me now. I'm pretty excited about it.
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