so this morning because I was running late, I slapped my locks into a ponytail coif.
this serves a couple of purposes - one, it saves me 45 min of "doing" my hair (shower, dry, brush, mousse, gel, defrizz)
two, it cuts down on me eating my hair when the wind whips around and blows previous "do" into my mouth.
tonight I experienced pain after having been seated on the train for a few minutes. how? some jackass sat in the seat behind me but GRABBED ONTO the back of my seat and in the same kung fu grip swooped in and snagged my ponytail and pulled my head back, slamming it into the seat.
the fuckwit (excuse me)
oh did I say "excuse me"? yes. did he? NO. an apology? NO.
frigging hair is all mangled and half out of the p-tail and I am sure there's a chunk of my hair embedded under his effing fingernails.
bastard.
I am going to sleep... of course, this means I have to lean my head back and risk being scalped again.
*grumble*
::: plunked in on my treO:::
