Dana Summers has just had the humiliation of being publicly cheated on by her boy-friend of two years, at the party of the year. what a way to start your senior year right?
Who better then to witness this massive chaotic event then her old childho...
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What do you do when you are battling traffic no air conditioning? Roll every single window down in the car.
I didn't have a hair-tie so my hair was battling the wind for most of the drive.
I was feeling quite sorry for Susan with the state my hair was in right now, and what it might look like when I reach her salon. But sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do for your sanity.
I was coming up to the very few last turns of my journey and my car was making rumbles with each exhilaration.
This is just what came with an old car sometimes, a little road noise. Nothing a little music could drown out.
I turned up the radio when I could faintly hear Taylor swift come on. "Better then revenge" rang through my car. If I could summarise my life in the last 24 hours it would be this song only.
The radio crackled through the car with each gear shift. When I first purchased the Bronco my dad told me how much of a regret it might have been.
From its high k's to the dent of the back door, that caused it to leak when it rains.
It was still my favourite thing I had ever owned despite its few quirks it came with.
Yeh she was beat up dusty red and she ate the gas I pumped into her almost three times a week, but she was still mine.
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When I finally left the salon Susan had worked wonders.
After a lengthy lecture about the difference between kitchen scissors and hairdressing scissors, we finally came to the conclusion of revamping the whole thing instead of just tidying up Parkers mess.
Swaying from the girl next door look, Cam has brought to my attention. I decided to go a little more out of my comfort zone.
My once long blonde hair was now mostly brunette with feathered in highlights, she had kept most of the length but layered it and incorporated nice curtain fringe to tie it all together.
We were going for late seventy-vibes with a modern twist. Gone was the once pin straight blonde mane I spent straightening for at least forty-five minutes every morning.
