The Catherinette Chronicles

Let me give you a little dating tip: when you’re getting ready to go out on a first date with someone, resist the urge to cut your bangs.

WHAT HAVE I DONE??

Oh god. He’s going to notice. Why on god’s green earth did I pick today of all days to trim my bangs? WHY?? Seriously, it’s bad. I did something similar when I was a freshman in high school-on yearbook picture day. I was immortalized in pictures with the most jacked up bangs anyone had ever seen. Two different lengths, both of which were too short.

How am I going to explain this? There’s really no reasonable explanation, other than I 3 sheets to the wind and took scissors to my hair to punish myself for all of the mistakes I’ve made in life. Somehow, I don’t think he’ll understand.

A hat. Perhaps I will wear a hat. After all, we are meeting at a bar. Plus, it helps to cover up the afro that the wonderful rain has given me.

Damn it. DAMN IT!!

Thank freaking god I didn’t do anything to my eyebrows…though there is still time.