My darling sister just chopped off all of her hair.
I love it more than my new pair of heels.
It is chic and cute and effortless and hippy dippy.
I want to be hippy dippy. Can't I be?
Part of me wants to wake up in the morning and just take a shower and be done with it. And I wouldn't have to worry about having a pony tail holder or a bobby pin or a pencil to stick in my head just so my hair looks somewhat presentable. And I wouldn't have to spend time blow drying and curling and straitening and curling and spraying and brushing and shampooing and rinsing and pulling and teasing and flipping and crying.
But on the other hand, I have always wanted to be in a Pantene commercial.
I am between a rock and a hard place, people.