Skipping ahead, because I'm at work and have no time to read, but had to tell everyone that I did the deed. Perhaps 2.5 feet of hair is (are?) no longer attached to my head. I think that my hair is now, at the longest, about four inches, but most is much shorter than that. Pictures will follow, but they haven't been taken yet (the after ones, that is), and I'm not sure where I'll post them when they are, so it may take a bit.
Xander ,'End of Days'
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Whooot! libkitty, do you feel bald, or like you have a ponytail? I'm still getting over the ponytail feel. Wait 'til the first time you wash it.
Do you like the cut?
First washes are hilarious. Scrub, scrub, whoops. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Wow libkitty, that's a big change! Do you like it? I always find it freeing to cut that much off, but then I get lazy and grow it all back.
I am about to have an awful, horrible, no good very bad conversation. I've been crying all day, and now I feel shaky and drained, and I'm not going to have this talk for another 30 minutes or so. I feel like I've been kicked in the gut, and retroactively kicked in the gut, like a dope and disrespected. And yet, there is no hate. Hate would make it easy. Mostly I'm just confused and sad.
I'm hoping that HH tomorrow will at least numb the pain a bit. Whacking at framing nails should help.
Libkitty! Wow!
I can't wait to see pictures.
Friday is the day I normally say screw it and fail to log on to the work 'puter.
Today, I think I took it a step further, and failed to really, oh, stay awake. We've been napping. I need coffee. I've been attempting a no-coffee few days to see if it lowers the spitting.
Results inconclusive. Gimme latte.
I am about to have an awful, horrible, no good very bad conversation. I've been crying all day, and now I feel shaky and drained, and I'm not going to have this talk for another 30 minutes or so. I feel like I've been kicked in the gut, and retroactively kicked in the gut, like a dope and disrespected. And yet, there is no hate. Hate would make it easy. Mostly I'm just confused and sad.
Oh, honey. Need shoulders? Mine's got sheet prints, and probably smells like yogurt, but it's there if you require it.
Lots of strength to you Heather.
I'm sorry, Heather. I hope it goes better than you anticipate.
Strength to you, Heather.