Dear Jade (yes that's her real name),
I am seething angry at you for completely sabotaging my attempt to grow out my hair. You used your fancy lingo, tools, and products to mask this horrendous cut until I washed my hair and apparently "undid" anything remotely positive about this haircut. It is hideous. I am officially breaking up with you.
Good day. -Michaela
My worst fears were affirmed last night, when I vented to Gary for the 209th time since this incident, and then he innocently asks, "What exactly did you tell her you wanted?" WHAT?! I assure you it wasn't this mess. Yes, Jade, you see me, being a brunette young-ish mother, I would sincerely like to look just like Shaun White... pretty pretty please. Are you kidding?! I said, and I quote..." I just want a trim", and I walked out with bangs that go around the entire perimeter of my head. I can't even ride out the next few months of growing it out with a ponytail... because my circular bangs are too short.
Seriously... just throw an American flag around my shoulders and call me Shaun.
Jade, let's hope, for your sake, we don't meet in a dark alley. I'm pretty scrappy.