Remember how I was bored that one night at 3 a.m. and I suddenly decided I really needed more bangs than I had? So I threw on some clothes, ran downstairs, grabbed my razor out of George, ran back upstairs, and CHOPPED MY HAIR UP?! All while my cheeks (and brain cells) were still puffy from my wisdom teeth surgery? I do!
Yeah, well--tonight I finally got rid of the trouble I caused with that. Hahaha. Jamie cut my hair back into long layers and thoroughly mocked the hole I accidentally cut into my hairline on the left side. Oops. "Next time you are up in the middle of the night and think you should cut your hair...go to sleep." -Jamie