When I get my hair dyed, I take a slew of obligatory "this is what my hair should look like" shots,
so that when the dye fades and my hair gets stupid, I can look back and remember sadly.
You know the shots I'm talking about.
The "How Does It Look With My Head Tilted This Way?" shot.
The "I Am Serious. My Hair is Serious." shot.
The "When I Make My JerkFaces, Will My Hair Look Any Different?" shot.
The "Side" shot. Y'know. To see what it looks like... from the side. Not rocket science, folks.
The "Check Out The Different Bangs She Gave Me, While I Purse My Lips" shot
And oh yes... the "Let's Try It With Flash While I Smile Maniacally Then Recall Why I Rarely Smile In The First Place" shot.
Consider yourselves enlightened.
And now I am off to pack up my shit.
I have a date tonight with a skinny, gyrating man named Iggy
that I will reminisce about while at the beach tomorrow
before taking in a few other bands that night,
thus cheating on Iggy.
Sorry Iggy. But you're a stooge.