I hate that my hair grows so slowly. I hate that it’s naturally dark mousy blonde and that I have to dye it to see interesting colors. I hate that it’s stubbornly straight and baby fine and horridly resistent to curl or even just a little bit of body… I hate that I want to grow it out and am suffering so much because of this. Bloody hell. Today, I hate my hair. Yesterday I hated my hair a little less than to day…but, I REALLY thought that I HATED my hair yesterday, so….I trimed my bangs…. Short…. Very short. Today, I hate my hair more than I did yesterday. Bugger.
I am in a knitting funk. (I’m blaming it on my bad, bad hair) I can’t seem to decide what to knit (yes, I do have a few projects, but I don’t want to knit them >whine<). I mussed up the shrug I was knitting and haven’t the mind to fix it right now… Damn, and it was going so well. I have all this sport weight alpaca and don’t know what to do with it. I have all this other wonderful yarn, and just don’t know what to do with any of it. Bitch, bitch, bitch. Whine, whine, whine….
I’m cranky…. Can ya tell??? :-P
I guess it’s just one of those days….