I can’t button my jeans, that’s why they
are open, im not trying to be sexy (I would never! What a disgrace !) I need a
beer. I don’t need one. But I want one (two, three) To go with my new nose ring
- and outlook on life.
How many Sane-ish-people sits down at the hairdresser asking for a Flashdance-White-Bootied-Rihanna-Gangsta-Powder-Blonde-Hair-Style ? I did not. But that is what I got. And I love it. This 80s cut is gonna demand a lot of attention, work, and determination. Not much unlike my choice of life.