I'm still not quite sure how it happens. But, every time after I get a new haircut I end up in the same place: in my bathroom with a pair of scissors poised dangerously next to my face. It starts out simple: a few snips here and there sorting out hairs of different length that the stylist might have missed. And then, a sudden choice that is soon to be regretted, a new layer is added. With that, another and another. Soon I find myself snipping menacingly at the dark locks that have no choice but to be victimized. No hearing. No trial. Just the violent disregard of the effort that was put into this beautiful head of hair just a couple hours ago. Locks start to fall to the ground as new choppy and uneven layers and lengths appear. Soon I start to realize that I'm destroying the cash I just threw out.
As of right now my hair looks absolutely hideous. My hand slipped while wielding those shears and now there's a completely unbalanced area on my right hand side. It's no big deal. I really don't give a shit if my hair looks crappy..but I somehow feel like I could've been just a little more organized with this one. I'm thinking of scrapping long hair at this point and trying something short only to abandon this mess and move on, but I know that someone won't like that too much. So I suppose I'll make do with what I have.
Oh, and it's Christmas Eve. Happy Holidays to all.
Kelsey Rae
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- Kelsey Rae
- Los Angeles
- The theme is the theme of humiliation, which is the square root of sin, as opposed to the freedom from humiliation, and love, which is the square root of wonderful.