When push comes to a shove (or when you're too lazy to walk down a flight of stairs and walk to the end of the block), you make do with the pantry coffee. After all, the boss got us new beans. Avoided it a fair bit because we ran out of sugar, but now there's no excuse. Topped off with tuna sandwiches and a biscuit, I'm settled for my butt to expand in my chair till the clocks chimes 'time to go home!'.

My hair is freaking me out. No amount or type of conditioner is saving me from it being labeled a fire hazard. Yes. Split brown straggly ends. Unruly mop upon my head. I'd love to head off
to the hairdresser's but there's this thing called money that I'm not pretty loaded with. Buggers. Remind dad about my driving fees. This is where I love Google and the interwebs. So many sites to help me figure out the most flattering style for my face.

Square faces have a square jawline and hairline at the forehead. They are 'too short', so a suitable hair cut style seeks to create height elongating the face. Hair should be layered around the face to soften the jawline. Jaw and brow nearly same width. Hair should wisp around face to reduce squareness.

Rebond and a bob. Seems to be the only thing that works. Sadly.

Labels: vanity, work