I set my hair on fire once, in college. I may have been talking about the existence of god before the actualy singing, which happened when I was trying to light a bong. My friends did not attempt to put me out. They just kind of stared and said "Cool". Luckily, it went out on it's own after only a few seconds.

Ponytails are very practical, when one doesn't have a pixie cut.

Eta: ChiKat! Glad to hear student teaching is going so well!

It's pixied up. More Factory than Farrow.

About to spend my unexpected afternoon at home HIGHLIGHTING!!!

I can hear Hec's squeee all the way here in the Midwest.

I took a bus up to the U District, hit my fav barbershop, and had the girl there (who has almost identical texture issues to mine) fix it.

The Cutest Gothy Hairdresser In The World -girl, or someone else?

Oooh, and highlights! Good chemical ~ma to you.

I singed my bangs in art class, it was very embarrassing and I'm sure cemented everyone's belief that I was a strange flake.

I never set fire to my hair. Which is a minor miracle, considering the years of Aqua-netted batcave hair were also the years of smoking clove cigarettes.

I don't recall ever setting my hair afire. I've had short hair for more the 50% of my life, though, so it would have been difficult.

I've never done it before, mind. There was just a tealight in the wrong place.

The Cutest Gothy Hairdresser In The World -girl, or someone else?

Someone else. Blanking on her name. Tallish, slim, redhead. (Natural, from the look of it.)

But she had superthick hair with a slight wave, and therefore was the PERFECT person to work on my Crazy Oz Hair.

She was, to say it mildly, baffled at the previous cut. It made NO SENSE.

I am now covered in chemicals and a weird tulip cap and a long elastic-banded baggie.

Woo!

This is way too much fun.

Plei's so cute when she's having a good hair day.

Plei is always cute. Except when she's being saucy. Or HOTT. Or any number of other looks she pulls off with aplomb.