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So, as you may or may not know, I've been growing my hair out for like, four years now, to donate it to a wig-making charity. I kept putting it off and putting it off like a chicken. But this morning, it told me it was time. My hair, I kid you not, was trying to kill me. It's over two feet long, and it had somehow, during the course of the night, wound it's way into my mouth and down my throat. I woke up choking. So bizarre.
So now here I go, I've made an appointment, there's no backing out now. *gasps* I'm scared. I'll miss my hair. But I can always grow it back, right?
I'm not cutting it all off, either. Maybe 14 or 16 inches. It'll still be to my chin in front.
 Moonblossom · Wed Nov 17, 2004 @ 04:27pm · 2 Comments |
