Hair

I've been growin out my hair and I'm not sure this is the right direction for me at this point in my bigger side of life. I think I look like Matthew Perry. The "not-so-flattering-overweight-chandler-with-longer-hair-on-friends" Matthew Perry. That was the time when he was in drug rehab and probably didn't know what else to do with his time but eat. Yeah, I feel like that. 'Cause I'm getting fatter and the hair probably isn't helping.

There are times when I like my hair. Especially when I get compliments from a few people. But there aren't too many of those. It's probably 'cause my hair changes styles throughout the day. I mean, c'mon, why does it look one way when I leave the house, all excellent and whatnot. But then when I go to the restroom, do my thing, then head to the vanity, I'm like, "Whoah, bangs, why are you down like that? I made you go swooshy to the side. Now you're going directly downward on my forehead like grass trying to make it to my brows." Blasted bangs! Maybe I need to hair spray them down. But that would make the strands stiff. Heh heh heh. I said, "Stiff..."

Time for lunch.