Tag Archives: hair
When your Skype conversation starts about fashion and ends with a suicidal spirit animal.
So sorry for the blurry of the blown up images! Could I have typed out the conversation instead? Sure… Did I? No. Why not? Lazy… come on people you read my blog, this should really come as no surprise!
What do you mean I’m not a natural blonde!?!?
So I’ve been coloring my hair since my Junior year in High School, when I was positive I would look amazing with burgundy hair and my mother had finally given up telling me “NO” and that “I really wouldn’t” and … Continue reading
How hair curlers ended my sex life.
Hubby: oh my god, what is that? Me: What’s what? Hubby: That!! (pointing at my head) Me: Hair curlers! I just got them, it says I just roll my hair up at night and I awaken to lustrous, bouncing curls. … Continue reading
Hair… WHY HAVE YOU BETRAYED ME!?!?!?
I came to a startling realization this morning when I pulled a neon pink hair off my sweater. Me: OH MY GOD! Hubby: What!?! Me: You could be cheating on me right now and I would have NO CLUE!!! Hubby: what … Continue reading
What 2G3 Learned from the Avengers… Yes, You Care!
So Ashley and I have decided to start filming short little videos for our 2GeekyGirlyGirls site, cause honestly I’m just too damn lazy to edit. SO this 3 minute video has no editing, if it did, you wouldn’t have seen … Continue reading
Are You Sure? Seriously, ARE YOU SURE!?!
Stylist Claire (rhymes with hair, tee hee, ok sorry I’m done SC from here on out): So this is it, we’re cutting it?? Me: Yep, we’re totally cutting it! SC: No Doubts? Me: NO DOUBTS! (Harp Strings) SC: What’s that? … Continue reading
I’ve Just Made the Biggest Decision of My Life… SHIT.
Me: So??? What do you think? Tif:… Shit. Me: I know, but I’ve decided this is what I really want to do. Tif:.. wow… I mean… wow Me: Listen this took a lot of thought and I’m gonna be honest, it’s … Continue reading
The Cat Lady’s Dance
I dedicate this post to my friend Tif who termed the phrase Cat Lady’s Dance during our last coffee run. It doesn’t matter where my cat is in my apartment, the minute I put on a pair of black slacks… she knows … Continue reading