frizzy frizzy bang bang

i had the bright idea this weekend of cutting my hair into bangs in the front...i have, for the last year or so, been treating my hair with the respect traditionally demanded by an esteemed elderly relative: no dyeing, no teasing (this wasn't really a big sacrifice for me) and relatively little styling altogether (see above). i still shed like a husky in the sahara but given my significant other's penchant for cleaning out our sink and bathtub drains, i think the hair loss is rather endearing. right, darling? i love love love my haircut but it does require a bit more work in the morning to ensure i don't resemble a) a show poodle b) a clumsy electrician. HOWever. i do like it and Tim Canterbury did say i looked like a rocker and so now i can use the noun 'party' as a verb to my heart's content. party party.