On the fringe

Every morning my bangs get shorter. I cannot stop cutting them. What's wrong with me? They look like they've been gnawed off by a gerbil. I was going for cute and choppy but now they're too short. Or maybe too even. They won't hold still long enough for me to tell. I'm pretending this is my who-gives-a-shit-about-hair indie chick look, but really it's just a re-run of the unfortunate haircut I had when I was seven. Someone hand me the scissors.

This just in: America's patron skank Paris Hilton used to look human. Cute, even.

I must own this shirt immediately:



Tuesday's song to chair dance to: "All Girl Summer Fun Band, "Jason Lee".