When I was in the seventh grade, my dream was that I would grow up some day to look like Axl Rose in the Sweet Child O’ Mine music video. At age 12 (and, err… 28), I adored Axl’s hair, and never forgave my parents for my curly red hair. My younger sister, you see, has red hair that is long and straight… why couldn’t this little genetic bit have been switched!? To my extreme sadness, it seems to me that my hair looks more like Jon Bon Jovi’s in the Living’ On A Prayer video. How did I end up like this? This is my definition of disappointment.
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4 responses to “My definition of disappointment”
At least you don’t look like Axl now…too much plastic surgery and corn rows.
Very true. I don’t know what that’s about!
It’s not straight. And you could have straight red hair, you’d just have to chemically straighten it. :)
omg! My sister has found my blog…