Loathed is probably a more accurate description.
Somehow I got it into my head that I needed a trim.
Granted it was a year in March that I got my last cut so I was more than due.
A trim would have worked..I'm sure it would have.
But noooo....I didn't want just a "hair cut"
I needed bangs.
I haven't had bangs in a decade.
What made me decide that I wanted them now?
I have no idea.
Maybe elves whispered this "idea" into my ear in the middle of the night and that's why I chose to run off to the hairdressers and get a drastic change.
Anyways..what is done is done.
(at least if I decide that I really truly deep down hate them I can grow them out again)
What do you think?
I can't decide it I think they are crooked..maybe that's just me?
Maybe I was sitting funny?
Maybe I AM crooked...wouldn't that be something interesting?
hmmm..going to have to think this one over.