I've been fretting over getting my haircut for the past three months. As a Curly Girl...there is much anxiety to be had when it comes to getting a haircut.
Last night I dreamed I was hanging out in my Tulsa, OK elementary school (John Ross) and 1980's Rick Springfield showed up to cut my hair.
|Mm, mm, mm! Dr. Noah Drake!!|
Rick Springfield then started making out with me. I guess this is standard soap opera apology method number one? Anyways, I went with it - come on, it's 80's Springfield, you know you would too!!! - and when it was over I remember walking down the hallway and sobbing uncontrollably.
Over a bad haircut. Sobbing to the point where I couldn't breathe. The school secretary was phoning for medical assistance when I woke up to George meowing loudly at me and Squidbillies playing on the TV.
Cat + Unknown Hinson = bad haircut
Cat + Unknown Hinson = good lovin'