I'll be 39 this year.
I'm no spring chicken.
Do I feel old?
Somedays.
Do I look old?
Somedays.
Today I went and got a new hair-doo....a faux-hawk.
A fake mohawk.
Why?
Why not?!
I'm not a prissy girl.
I'm not a delicate girl.
I'm not a girlie-girl.
My faux-hawk suites me.
I love it.
The funny part is, I am getting TONNES of compliments...but not from they young, hip crowd....FROM OLD LADIES! I mean ladies with silver hair, wrinkles and who cash a retirement cheque. They love the doo! I am liberating old ladies! I love it!
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