I won this battle, but will I win the war?
Anyway, I'm afraid I'll have to cut it some time soon. I want to have healthy hair like I used to. Hair then never has any knots and always looks as soft as it is. Hair that blinds you when I stand in the sun.... oh yes, that kind of hair.
So, conclusion, I want long hair, I don't want short hair, well, I would like to try short hair one day, so this would be an opportunity, but in the long term I want to have long hair. I want to make braids and curls with paper and look just like Buddy Holly and dance like Roger Moore. You know, that kind of shizzlers. (hmm.. blogspot says shizzlers isn't a word, and it's suggesting chiselers, but that word ain't got any Z's in it. Bumming word that is then)
Something about "ooohhmiegawd unequal chewquiptment." Fix no fix, fix no fix. Anyway.
Practising my Vaccais has never been so.. hmm.. how do you say that.. never? yes. Has never been so never. I can't write a blog and practise Vaccai at the same time! Popopopomomomomamamammiemiemie. Oh, I can a little.
Okaaaaayyy.. this is going nowhere.
Have a fantastic fucking day! (did she just SWEAR?!)
Lots of lurve.
ps. why weren't they called the Pony People? Well, young man? Why weren't they?
And I'm not saying mine is good, but crap her pronunciation is bad.