The Hairdresser

Oh my God.

I love my new hairdresser.

She was confident and Bad Ass.

She had this assistant and was like a surgeon.

Hands on her hips, then hand out

"Millimeter comb!"

"Scissors"

"Brush"

Damn she had command of the room.

And she was like, " You are my new client and I guarantee you wont ever go to the old hairdresser after today. Get up and go to make-up!"

I hadn't actually asked for make-up, but I got my ass up and went

She was cool like that

If I weren't already bad ass myself, I would want to be her.

Declaration of War

Hear ye, Hear ye

I'm taking my shit back. Yeah that's right. Your time is up.

Just because I got girly and sentimental and vulnerable, it did not give you the right to attack. In fact, that you had to wait for me to show an ounce of feeling to strike, makes me laugh Out Loud.

Did you think that I couldn't handle it?

Did you think that I was going to hide from you forever?

Did you think I wouldn't come back twice as strong and trice as Bad Ass?

Rising to challenges is what I do.
You played the wrong card with me. I expected more from an adversary such as yourself.

I will love. I will love. I will love.

And I will hold my head high while doing it.

I will not hide.

I am declaring war.
On you.
And my army will follow me into battle.
And they have names.

You have 24 hours to pack up and get the fuck out.

24 hours.

This is me being nice.