Yeah, about that. I suck. It's just a fact. I'm always late, I steal clothing (just from sisters and roommates. I've never successfully** stolen anything from a store), and I'm messy. Like, really messy. And I sleep a lot. Basically, you should not be surprised when I do things like write a post about my new hair color, and then forget to take a picture to include in the post. And then publish it anyway. And then add 5 other pictures because I feel lame and I'm hoping to distract you.
Sorry guys. Here is that picture I promised you.
(I couldn't resist! Man, it's a good thing Kurt never checks my blog)
And here is a more hair-centered picture.
What do you think?
**This one time when I was really little, I tried to break open a little $15 toy gumball machine in a toy store. It was the display one, and it had real gum in it. And by "break open" I mean I was just kind of sitting there, twisting the handle, and hoping for the best.
But the manager saw me, and threw a fit. She yanked me into the back room, closed the door, and yelled at me. Without telling my mother. I think I was 6. I started crying, and she wouldn't let me leave.
Out in the store, my mother realized that 1 of her 4 children was missing, and almost had a heart attack.
5 hours later (or maybe 10 minutes. I don't know, I was 6) my Mom found me in the back room, sitting on a chair, being yelled at by the manager. After telling the
(I know, I'm so hostile. Remembering this never really bugged me when I was little, but looking back it makes me really mad. Just thinking of someone doing this to one of my future kids gets my mother-bear-defending-her-young instincts all riled up).
Still, it scarred me enough that I've never tried to steal anything since then. Any time I think about it (yes, I sometimes think about it) I get this feeling that that woman is following me around, just waiting for a chance to finish what she started.