Hair Thursday will be postponed until next week, giving Whoorl ample time to mourn the loss of her dearly beloved subtle layers, resulting from an extremely rare miscommunication with her unbelievably awesome stylist. She requests time to become acquainted with her new Ann Wilson quasi-mullet hybrid.
Currently, Whoorl’s mental state is touch and go. She was last seen drinking many glasses of wine, repeatedly murmuring “Is this your doing, Ramón? Is it? I’m just trying to understand, are you my magic man?”
Whoorl’s front quarter sections of hair will be dearly missed. Respects may be paid throughout the day in her comments section.
Hey Nancy, is that my hair twin?