So of course last night I couldn't sleep because ALL I could think about was what I am going to say to the hairdresser, what picture I am going to take and how I am going to get away with telling him I have half a head of split ends, I use box dye and a blunt pair of scissors to cut my own hair?
Who on earth keeps themselves up at night because they are excited to go to the hairdresser in a weeks time, I am 24 years old right? I feel like knocking myself out for 6 days JUST so that when I wake up its next week wednesday and I'm sitting in a salon chair telling a older slinky sauve man with a gold earring and purple hair to "wow me". Yes people, this is what excites me!
Now lets all look at too many pictures of Alexa Chung and daydream about scissors, swivel chairs, basins and amazing soapy head massages...