It Might Just Be That Time

Huzzah for that weekend, there. I'm hoping that it helped get a lot of oil out of my system (I know the road is longer still). I think starting this project in the middle of the week was great as it allowed a lot of greaseballness to happen this weekend.

The downside of short hair is that I can't just put it in a bun.

But yeah. That's gross. I'm trying my best to pull a 90s slick hair style with it behind my ears. Sorta like Trinity from The Matrix:

Almost, right?

They wouldn't have had shampoo on the Nebuchadnezzar, right? I did tell my husband I wanted to be like Trinity. I think this might be as close as I can get as I'm 90% sure my leather catsuit wearing days have ended.

No one at work has said anything yet, but really, why would they? They're nice people and nice people keep their judgments to themselves. I have a dinner tonight with former colleagues. At least two of which check my facebook so they might know why my hair looks like crap.

So let's see what happens tomorrow morning when I wash with the naturoo (that's what I'm calling natural shampoo since I'm too lazy to continually write baking soda & Apple Cider Vinegar and "bs" means something else in my world.). I can remember only once when I was looking forward to a shower this much. The day I returned to civilization after being at Burning Man for a week.

Jenn's Current Status

# of days since last commercial shampoo: 5

Significant Other Check: not available - thank god we're on opposite schedules

Public Perception Paranoia Scale: 8/10 I'm getting through it by sheer determination...