This syndrome bloody morning after ...

Under this name hides a sweet thing we all felt at one time or another. This kind of rotten feeling that , finally , we might not be at and we will eat the disagreeable consequences for an hour, a day or three months . This crappy time or all your illusions of the day are the trunk and or you find yourself with old hints of despair and guilt ... If I swear , you know .

Example: last night , it was great . You déhanchais sucks big as on the track, but will know why you were sure to be the sexiest ever walked the earth creature. Apparently , the big guy in the back of the room to be believed , too, because after a courtship shipped quickly found out you got to make you happily grope . There two arms, two legs , you distinguished face , and blurring of vision which you used it enough for you to decrees that it is beautiful and good in everything . Life is fantastic, in your head as in your string are hearts and butterflies
. The next day you wake up next to the double of Jigsaw, bright red cheeks, eyes and psychopath any syphilitic skin . His arms annoy you , smell disgust you , and when he turns to you the boil on his nose that points you queue gastric reflux just thinking of what he could to touch. The happiness of the day turned into a horror film well orchestrated , the syndrome struck again the next day

. And it works for everything! The syndrome of the day, this crafty and sneaky shit is everywhere

. ... Same haircut

. hairdresser, very nice moreover, to which I fully specified that I never used the straightener but despite that I wanted something easy to style . He assured that m'à had understood that it would be perfect, and actually out there, it was
. But first wash hair when all Products he had sprayed me have made ​​the trunk , I found myself with a bunch inform that undulated . I was infoutue reform my bit as he had done, and I still do not understand or hiding the nice gradient

. Reminds you, I t ' was speaking in this article and I got it ...

and now I 'm here ...

note that I have not even made ​​the effort to take a clean picture .. .

So here I have a little tuft of an abandoned instead of the labrador sexy girl that I thought I deserved (and paid brothel ) . It was supposed to be a nice cut well structured, and I end up with a vague and indeterminate stuff . I console myself that at least my hair is healthy , soft and relieved of their dry ends , but I wonder how I'm going to succeed in my hair ... by Nan it is nice hairdresser, but I already weakened objectives well , if more every day I have to move the plates or blow-drying , I'll end up bald and depressed.