I wore these harem-inspired trousers the other day and Adam told me they made me look like a dancer. Not sure if that's a bad thing or not. Unless he's making a Michael Jackson comparison--in which case I'd revoke his bed and boob privileges.
I guess the monochromatic theme isn't helping my case.
p.s. Like how I model for Adam? I pretend he's holding a chocolate cupcake.
Hey there, sexy man. Why don't I help you with that wrapper...
It's time for new hair. I'm nearing the last few pounds of baby weight and I'm ready for a change.
So, here's the question of, what seems to be, my entire life:
Bangs?...
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| (sexy pic, right?) |
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| or no bangs? |
I trust your unbiased, educated, and sophisticated opinions. Why does it seem that I always leave the fate of my dry, thick locks in the hands of someone else?