Wednesday, September 28, 2011

regrets: hair

i think the reason i'm such a happy person
is because i don't have a lot of regrets.

in fact, there is only one big regret-
and a million tiny ones that i don't think about
very *often.

one of those teeny tiny regrets is my hair.
you see, i used to have this head of
i liked them. 
a lot.

i liked that i could be bohemian, or i could flat iron them to look sleek.
then i began to like the sleek look a little more.
and then i got a **respensive flat iron that i can't afford
(but my sister can, so it was a merry christmas to me!)
i thought it would be a good idea
to turn up the heat to
450 degrees...

and my flat iron rose to the challenge!
so well, that i didn't have any curl left.

recently i had about 6 inches of my hair cut off
then i decided to lower the power of my flat iron to
230 degrees
then the flat iron stopped working

maybe it was supposed to be-
because this morning i had
an honest
to god

yes, just one-

but it looked like it might
start a riot.

and i'm okay with that.

*often is relative, yes?

**when ever i think something is over the top,
     i like to add a 're' to the beginning of it... that's not weird, is it?