One more year and hopefully my keratin production is still awesome enough to provide me with this same end result. Hmmmm. I see no way out. I may have to go with my mother's trusted formula of twice a week coconut oil scalp massage. If only it didn't have that god awful smell.
I miss my long locks. Sometimes. Yeah. Sometimes. Especially if I want to look cat-like sexy. I was going through my earlier pictures and realized that I had real lovely hair. What an idiot I have been to get my hair chopped. But short hair has its perks (I try to convince myself, not working though). I can wash it ever so often, it dries quickly, more manageable and lesser tangles and knots and what-nots. Sigh. What's done is done. All I can do is stare at my hair and will it to grow twice as fast. If only it were that easy.