trying to make-out with gurt
I got my hair cut again. I like to document hair cuts because my hair grows freakishly fast and I have no documentation of many of my haircuts. I know, big deal -- but it's kind of fun to see how many changes I've had -- I'm like Madonna, only on my head -- I don't think I need to document the changes of what brand of sweatpants I'm wearing from week to week (year to year).
Anyway, instead of rocking the mullet all by myself, I thought the pictures would be more interesting with my pal Gurt in them too. She was not interested and it turned into a forced gig. I tried cheek to cheek, snuggle to my neck, plain old holding her next to me...
I thought for sure she would give me kisses -- nothin'.
Look at her pulling away -- I brushed, I swear. The whole time she was very suspicious and having none of it.
No kisses for you!