hiya i love the look of your hair in ya pics, i know its a random thing to ask but could you ever be tempted to do anything really dramatic to it? X
Dear Sweeney Todd. Thanks for your email. You stay the heck away from my head, you hear me? You know the story of Samson and Delilah, the one where she lopped off his locks and rendered him impotent? Well, the same would happen to me if someone hacked off my hair, so there's now way on God's earth I'm letting some scissor-wielding coiffure-fetishist anywhere near my barnet. This do is a no-no for you my freaky friend, I suggest you take your hack-happy hands elsewhere. Yours, hairily.
PS. I do struggle with frizz in the wet weather though - are there any products you could recommend?
Desperate times call for desperate measures friends. Gone are the days of meeting your future spouse at a wedding or at work. Oh no. Nowadays, it's either e-dating or no dating. I'm not ashamed to admit to being an internet dating tourist, and one thing that impresses/distresses me more than anything are some of the messages that wheedle their way into my inbox. And some of these are just too good to be left unacknowledged. So here they are, in all their glory. Plus the replies I never sent.
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