That’s What Your Mum Said

As posted in that crazy year that was 2009, I had plans to cut all of my hair off and morph into Natalie Portman in the process. I didn’t quite make it to Natalie status, but I certainly said goodbye to the lameness that was dank, over-coloured hair and hello to minimal fuss and bother.

Jesus, what a shitastic photo. I apologise to you all for having your eyes burned. One day soon I will get a decent one that has light and colour and a true depiction of the new hair. It was a slightly scary experience; there were a lot of stages when my hairdresser was cutting that things looked bad. Very bad. But she had warned me at the start to just ignore everything until she was totally finished and I have to admit that I am pretty darned happy with the end result. She cut it exactly how I wanted and my face doesn’t look too much like a kicked in biscuit tin. Yay for that!

The idea is to get rid of all the coloured hair (which she couldn’t totally do this time otherwise she would have essentially shaved it) and then grow it long again. Long and healthy and shiny. Kinda like this.

Bahahaha, gratuitous almost nude shot! Hot damn she is pretty though! We have been watching ‘Pushing Daisies’ and it is fairly wonderful so far.

Enough of the vanity. I have Wii Fit to attend to.

Watching ‘Californication’. Discovered this young lady. Wowser.

You did well Susan Sarandon. You did well.

Eva Amurri is so my new crush.

Ridge and I were always meant to be together. Now I get to take him to work and drink coffee with him and stare into his sensuous eyes all day long.

I have discovered that real life is just like Bold and the Beautiful. I already have some competition for my man. Observe.

Little fucker. I’ll fight him just like Taylor fights Brooke in almost every episode. Ridge is mine.

Apologies for the APPALLING photographic quality. If I didn’t love this mug so fracking much I wouldn’t post for fear of ostracism.

Driving home from the supermarket this evening the partner and I were talking shit. A brief pause occurred before we both spoke at the same time in matching whiney tones:

She said: “Why don’t you like me”?

He said: “Why aren’t the croissants up front with us”?

I love you too sweetness.