Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Just don't let me present at the Oscars while high.
Little did I know, when I was in sixth grade and wanted to be able to make my hair look just like one of the original Charlie's Angels, that I would just have to wait twenty years for the day when I wouldn't heed my hairstylist's advice and use a brush to straighten my hair before using the flat iron. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have Farrah hair. Fully feathered. All shall weep at its glory.