So, I'm freaking out. About my hair.
And I know it's a girly and ridiculous thing to worry about, but I can't help it!
In 30 minutes, I have to go to a meeting at my new place of work.
And my stupid-skanky-dumbo-head-moronic-silly-slutty hair won't do what I want it to do!
Ok. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
God I hope my hair doesn't get me fired before I've actually started work ...