I’ve been going through a lot of the old files on my laptop trying to get all organized, and I ran across this … uhh … thing.
I was 20 years old, working on Capitol Hill, and in thrall of Britney Spears’ locks (oh, the irony).
“It didn’t really work out,” doesn’t even begin to descirbe it. I spent the rest of the year sitting in salons crying as they tried to salvage what was left of my hair. Conclusion? I wasn’t meant to be a blonde: then, now, or ever.
Everything about this photo make blood run from my eye sockets:
a) The entire cake just for her (REALLY, Poofy?!)
b) The awful blonde hairs on her head (REALLY, Poofy?!)
c) The fact that she think she need to share this with world. I have photos of me vomiting from vodka on Omsk street corner when I am 19 and another peasant hold my hair. BUT I NOT SHOW YOU!!!!