Help!

So this past weekend I decided to try to kill my liver by joining the annual Celtic Pub Crawl with a good friend down in Monroe. Needless to say I was passed out by 630pm on my parents couch in my weird but appropriate attire of the day. Classy.

Friday night a friend and I were out for fish (duh) and a random text from Em comes in saying she needs help drinking some Jager.

Ahem, I did what any loving sister would do.

Jagerbombs for dessert!

Forget the fact that I had to be up to drink AGAIN in the morning, ay yi yi. So on we go to Emily's place. I got to see Rage, which was awesome, and I was able to talk to Kohna and Alex on the phone the day before, but didn't get to see them since they were at thier dads place. On a side note Rage switched schools and is doing fabulous up in New Glarus, kinda rhymes, heh.

Anywho, we get there and Em proclaims "hey i want you to cut my hair!"

Again, I'm not a hair stylist, I'm not licensed in shit. Lol... I'm a damn massage therapist, but she still believes I'm this great hair cutter. So, what style did we go with? PIXIE, hahhahaha.. see pic. I used kitchen scissors and an old brush.. the ladies at cameo would flip if they were reading this right now, ha.

I don't think I did a bad job! But, not so sure I did a good one, she can't see the back of her head and I secretly prefer it that way.