Bonne Viviante
[one of sour, two of sweet, three of strong, and four of weak]
Bangs.
I was thinking about this today while I was getting my bangs trimmed (I realize that this is something that most people do themselves, but I absolutely do not have the hand-eye coordination necessary to do so).
Every so often I read in a magazine, or on the internet that bangs are out. That only the horribly uncool have bangs. Which concerns me. I definitely don’t want to be horribly uncool, although, I like to read history books and science magazines in my free time, and wear socks with ankle length pants, and a whole slew of other things that prevent me from attaining coolness…but anyway.
This gives me the sads because I NEED bangs. Because I have a giant forehead. It’s like the cruelest joke for someone to have an otherwise tiny head/face area, but giant forehead. That, and I’ve always had bangs (except for a brief time in high school when I was experimenting and people really should have said something). Also, They Might Be Giants dig my bangs, so…
I forgot what the point of this was. Meh.
Up next in random gripes: how can skin still break out, yet be so horribly, horribly dry? WTF, body.
