Oh man. First of all, I love cliches and I’ve been waiting my whole life to use that one. MY WHOLE LIFE. So thanks for experiencing this moment with me. It’s really special.
Basically, I know it’s time for a drastic hair change when a) Montreal gets so hot that I actually develop anemia (note to Montreal, it’s called air conditioning, and they don’t have it in France because it’s generally temperate there. P.S. – You are not France. P.P.S. – I love you, let’s not fight.) and 2) I start doing this mormon-y bangs/bump/braid get-up that very closely resembles Adaleen Grant, Mary Kay Place’s character from Big Love
Check it:
Clearly this is weird and unacceptable. So what do I do? Naturally, I channel the endlessly lovely Michelle Williams
and the infinitely awesome Demi Moore a la Ghost
I kiss phantom Patrick Swayze, for luck
and presto chango alakazam:
It may look like a haircut, but it’s really more like magic (note how the computer on the table turned into a cat. This is a common side effect of the trick).
It all reminds me of that old saying “you can’t take the rusty penis when you leave, but you can always take the diplomat.”
We Look Awesome 
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