I’m Fickle Like That

I have decided I hate my new template.

It’s like a new haircut you see in a magazine. You think HOW CUTE. My hair would do that, wouldn’t it? Then you go to sleep picturing how CUTE you will be with your new hairdo. So you take it to your hairdresser, and he says, YES, you will look so CUTE with this new do! Can I really do this to your head? So you tell him that YES, YES HE CAN, and as he’s cutting it, you are so excited until he swivels the chair around and you see it in the mirror. Then you are looking in the mirror every time the chair swivels around going in your head “OH NO IT DOESN’T!” And when he’s done, he looks so very pleased with himself that you are kind of ashamed that you don’t love it or think it’s as cute on you as it was on the model. So you blur your eyes at your reflection, and you can almost see that it could be CUTE if you could just figure out what’s wrong. Maybe some gel? Maybe a new pomade? Maybe if you swap your liquid eyeliner for something softer? Yes. You tell yourself that yes, it’s totally you! Everyone will love it! It is a FRESH NEW YOU!

And then two weeks later, you still can’t get used to looking at it. So you put it in a ponytail until it’s time to get a new hairdo.

My blog template is like that.

I must drink Pepsi Max and not look at it. I must think about something else. *twiddles thumbs*

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