So the story goes like this...

I got out of bed really early this morning, hoping I might get a call from the God damn teaching agency for some work, so I went and had a shower. I even took my mobile to the shower just in case.

While I was in the shower washing my hair, I figured I could do with a bit of a trim to the ends of my hair (coz they were shit as) and that's not unusual because I have been cutting my own ends for yeeeears!

So after I got dried and dressed, I went back to the bathroom and grabbed Adam's grooming scissors and proceeded to trim the ends. Then I got a little too adventurous. Team "too adventurous" up with "major image crisis" and you have a whole NEW type of crisis.

I CUT OFF ALL OF MY HAIR! And I mean ALL of it!

And it looked SHIT as! So I FREAKED out and started pacing the house. THen went and sat on the end of our bed in tears and waited for Adam to stir. But he didn't... So I raced to the only other person who could help me... The Internet.

I googled like mad trying to find some hair advice... I used such key words as "Hairstyles for short curly hair", "Short hairstyles for fat faces" etc... but my friend didn't come through. I only saw short styles on gorgeous models... Non of which I can personally relate to.

By this time Adam has woken up and is standing over me. I looked up at him in tears and told him I ruined my hair. He wasn't impressed. I also asked him to borrow some money at this point - Why? So I could go to the damn hair dressers and get my mop fixed.

I rang and booked with a chick at Cannon Hill.. I only chose that place coz I knew where it was and I had my hair styled there before for my formal. But other than getting my hair done all pretty like for peoples weddings... I have only ever been to the hair dressers ONCE to get my hair cut... and I was 10 (13 years ago for those of you who need that extra WHOA factor!)

I warned the hair dresser about what I had done, so that when I arrived, she was ready for it. As I sat in the chair and prepared to take my hair out of it's teeny tiny pony knoblett, I warned her not to laugh (by this stage I was a mess!) She took one look at it and said "It's not that bad" and you know what ppeople really mean when they start saying that kind of shit.

So she started cutting and "fixing" and then when it was over, I looked like a FREAK! and I paid her $22.35 (It was supposed to be $22.50 but I didn't have the correct money and she didn't have ANY change... At all...) and I was on my not so merry way (with fuzz hair flapping in the breeze coz there was no product in my hair... not even good ol' mama's spit).

I got in the car and teared up. I felt horrible. There was only one thing to do... Mummy!!!! Waaaaahhhh!!! So I drove to my Mum's work and cried on her shoulder. She said she really liked it and that it makes me look really young. But arn't Mums supposed to say that kinda stuff? Anyway.. she gave me some advice which I took.

I went to Carindale and got a second oppinion. I told this chick what happened and she said the cut was fine, but to try using product or straightening it. So I went to priceline and got $60 worth of stuff to fix my hair (including dye, a straightener, anit frizz shampoo and conditioner, frizz free serum (x 1 000 000) and straightening serum.

Also, while I was at Carindale, I got held up by a gay guy...Wait, wait, wait - It's not as bad as it sounds... He was working in one of those "middle of the shopping centre shops" selling beauty products. I tried to avoid him but he had such a cute little way about him.. And and goovy accent as he was from Israel. So he attempted to WOW me with his goods (not those ones) and pampered me a little and I have to admit, the stuff is divine, but waaaaay to pricey for moi. I told hime that and he totally understood. I also told him about my hairy misfortune and he was very sympathetic (not like any other guys I know) and said all the right things to make me feel better... And I did... I felt better after a little pampering and lots of kind hearted smiles from my new fairy friend.

I went back to my Mum and she fed me lunch (Thanks Mum - you're the best!!) and then I just hung out and I felt better.

I drove home to show Adam my new AFRO!!! and he said it was "differnt" but better than what it was when I left and though I'm still getting used to it, I have to agree.

So that's the story behind the name... (MSN that is).

PS - I will NEVER!! cut my own hair again.......

PPS - Anyone wanna buy a hair straightener? It was only $15 but I have used it so not sure if I can take it back... My hair look SHIIIIIT straight.. so hence I don't want the damn straightener... I also spent $9 on the serum to go with it... Grrrrrrrr.....

PPPS - Yes... it really is an AFRO... my hair that is... It's round and all... So when you see me know, I expect you to be playing 70's porn groove or at the very least be singing some of it... to go with my hair...