bad hair cut day

uuuuuuurgh.
today has not been too good.
i'll explain.
as you may know, i don't go to hairdressers. they are strange people, as in THEY NEVER LISTEN.
maybe they don't have ears....maybe in order to join the hairdresser club you have to have your ears cut off.
"don't worry!" they'll say. "you can style your hair so nobody notices you don't have ears".
after today i hate them so much when i next see one i'm going to run over to them and grab their hair and reveal the horrible truth to the entire world.
then maybe call them a bitch.
or slut. not because they actually are bitches and sluts (in fact judging by the one way conversation they manage to witter to themselves i fail to see how anyone stuck around long enough for them even to bin the V-plates) but because i am currently looking like a 12 year old war time evacuee.
and it's all thanks to no-ears.
bugger and ass.
shit and fuck.
damn blast and sodding CRAP.

 

do you see?

DO YOU SEE?!

 

i know i'm moaning. but i can't stop. you don't have to listen, but if you do i promise to listen to you if you ever have a slut cut your hair.

and then we can go and expose they ear-less heads to the world together.

 

as always, love and all that jazz x