Undercover
I was way naughty this weekend and went wig shopping behind the internet and, well, everyone else's back. What can I say but it was completely out of my hands? I merely shopped on Lyn and Lake and... it just... happened. The wig store. A bright, shining beacon. Beckoning me. Tempting me. Fifteen heads of curly, straight, red, black, blonde, brown, purple, orange, and gold haired goodness later and I was walking out the door with the first in a series of my own Super Secret Undercover Assassin gear. Observe...
Of course in my mind the purchase was completely justified because, um, wait, how did that conversation go again? Something about doing a photoshoot, needing some new material for the photoblog, blah blitty blah de blah, but it was at this point in the series of mis-adventures I call My Life a huge, great cloud of distortion entered from stage left with a phonecall to save the day. Go out? Tonight? Bright shiny things? FUCK YEAH!!!
Reasons why the wig was worth it...
- The look on my friend's face when I walked in... BEFORE he realized it was me
Ha ha ha, so funny. That look alone was reason enough. I swear that sometimes all the fun I have should be against all kinds of moral and institutional rules. A girl's gotta amuse herself somehow, ya'know? Come to think of it, I should start vlogging. Oh the fun we would have... *sigh*
Comments
So where does the real hair go? Do you tuck it in to the wig?
I just hope for Jennifer Garner's sake Sopheava doesn't happen to accidentally bump into Ben Affleck.