314 / 366 {retrograde} #nablopomo

Mercury is such an acehole. Retrograde bananas.

Misscommunications. Bad luck. Toddlers who wont go to bed but still wake up at 5:30 AM and who think it's perfectly reasonable to go through life wearing only one shoe.

That's where my head is at. Today brought an extra helping of retrograde bananas.

A super bad haircut + colour = rage tears.

 

Like, I'm telling you, THE WORST. My hair looked better before the cut, and that's saying something considering it was three days post wash and no stylist has touched it since April. And I generally don't brush it. Like. Ever.

Pretty much the only viable solution is to stamp you feat, have a public temper tantrum, and then drown your sorrows in a vat of nasi pandang. Followed by a brownie. Dipped in chocolate. 

Chocolate ice cream.

Two scoops.

And also sprinkles.

The end.

Post Script:

 

This face = redemption.

 

Post Post Script

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