New hair, new …something… Ok, nothing really happened. I enjoy the same boring, event-less life I did yesterday. But here it is, the long- awaited pixie. It was a very interesting experience. I never thought I would have doubts about it. But there I was, trapped on the chair watching my big, ponytail get cut off. I went with a friend of mine, but she met another friend of hers, than came boyfriend and everybody were staring outside, waiting in anticipation for my ponytail to drop dead on the floor. I felt like a fish in an aquarium. So ponytail gone and everybody screaming from outside: “keep it, keep the damn ponytail” I felt an instant relief. Why the hell would I want to keep it ? What am I suppose to do with it? Make a voodoo doll? Or get rid of its split ends…anyways… After a lot of cutting and me squinting it happened. The greatest thing of all time! Behold, my big head !
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