No, I've had enough. Let's talk about me.
I'm more of a rock star now that my hair is long. If I say enough, it'll be true, right? Any of these hair styles below would make me a more awesome person.
Picture at left: clearly, I'm standing on a balcony in Paris, having just enjoyed a carb-free croissant, while the nanny and my children sing quirky French rhymes and I rustle my lovely locks before heading out to do some quality time (AKA, shopping) with the G. (Note: the girl in the picture is not me.)
Middle photo: I have finally found the nerve to wear a strapless anything and my hair is full of unexplained volume. (Note: the girl in the picture is not me.)
Pic at the right: The boudoir photos turned out great, as did all those hours at the tattoo parlour (yes, with a "u") and my super-sweet haircut. (Note: the girl is the picture is not me.)
While all those ladies pictured above are what I strive for, of course, this is what I achieve.
[This is an illustration from the funniest blog ever. Read it.]
It would also be neat to hang with these ladies. Being friends with them would probably make my hair more awesome and that pesky neck hair more manageable. [Kristen Wiig, Maya Rudolph, Tina Fey]
But hey,
So,
And if all else fails, just remember this guy...
