I only say that they’re super-long crappy-looking extensions for two reasons: one, they’re super-long crappy-looking extensions. Two? I chopped literally thirteen inches off my hair today (myself! Eff YOU sixty-five dollar haircut place!) and I’m feeling rather sprite and feisty and SMUG.
This is what Demi rocked on her way to a Memorial Day party in Beverly Hills this past weekend, and apparently her face isn’t all that happy about the extra weight her head is forcing her to carry around on it, either.
In related(ish) Demi news, girlfriend’s gone and landed the July cover of Cosmopolitan, and during her interview with the magazine, she talks about where she sees herself in ten years:
“I want to be married with kids in 10 years. I don’t have many deal breakers. I’ve done so much in my life, it doesn’t feel right to judge other people. Oh, I know one quality I won’t tolerate. I would never be with a guy who is controlling.”
Oh good. I was hoping she was going to say the one quality she wouldn’t tolerate was being with dudes named Fez. Because that’s definitely not a good place to be in ten years. Then again, having these super-long crappy-looking extensions in ten years isn’t exactly a good place to be either, so maybe we should just go ahead and add that to the growing list of “things we don’t want in our life in ten years,” too.
Terrible shoes… makes a gal’s legs look foreshortened…
you must have fast growing hair! lets see a pic