Javier can do no wrong! That being said, I once went in for a shag, and got like a p.e. teacher cut, and not in a cute ironic sort of way. I felt like I looked like an old lady. I was pretty upset and got it cut the next day. The only time I cried was when I was kidding and said "cut my hair off" and he did - into some Page Davis from Trading Spaces do. Ugh. I felt like a soccer mom. So, I understand hating your hair and not wanting to go out with it. This from a girl who regularly (and has no qualms about) cuts her hair off (though I am growing it out right now), has had lots of ugly 'dos etc. There are just some where you are all, "this is so dorky. I will not be having sex soon."

I got a haircut in eighth grade once that was terrible. This girl Teresa came up to me and said "What happened to your hair? It looks like someone took a hatchet to it". I was so depressed over it. What's worse is because she layered it so much there was no way I could do anything with it other than just let it be. To this day, I still get super nervous when someone cuts my hair.

BTW, later Teresa and I became friends, but I secretly never forgave her for the whole hatchet comment.

Oh oh oh, Aretha is getting a tune up for that Pink Cadillac!!! Drop the top and cruise on into it.

I once got a perm, at a salon, that got left on too long. I had my hair colored a really nice auburn color. Something about the chemicals in the perm and being left on too long caused my hair to turn to straw and a horrible shade of orange. Let's just say I did not have much sex that year.

I had what two boys in my 6th grade class called the "blender head". This was all because my mom got cheap and took me to a barber and showed him a picture of a bob cut (which had cutting instructions on it) and he cut it into a total boy cut, which my mom thought needed to be permed later. To this day I am a snob about where I get my haircut. It is just too devistating when it goes wrong…

lol, I'm sorry for your pain, Payter. My cousin had this weir hair do. It was similar to a mullet but it was more styled. If that is even possible.

I'm pretty sure it was inspired by Salt and Peppa. Her tips were dyed blonde. We unlovingly called her rooster head. It was around the same time I got my bad hair. She called me witchy poo. We were connected by blood and crappy hair. You should see our prom pictures. We doubled.

With the top down on the cadillac, it really doesn't matter what your hair looks like.

Let's all go riding down the free way of love in a Pink Cadillac!! We, of course have a hot, young driver, who likes to flirt, because I have had a few speedotinis.

I just want to mention that a speedotini is vodka manderine and tangerine. (Many thanks to TangerineSpeedo, we busted his tangerine balls and made a nice drink.)

Let's bump the Queen of Soul back up and have a fun time.

You know, I love Dionne Warwick, but I LOVE Aretha Franklin's "Say A Little Prayer" so much more. Queen of Soul. :-)

Crap, you drank all the speedotinis before I got back. I think we need to copyright that before some tourist comes and steals it. I do not want to see a commercial for speedotinis after a girls gone wild commercial. Someone will have to get cut for that.

Yeah but notice, he gave her a bear… no box of chocolates…

Maybe he is a "chubby-chaser", kate. :-)

( Ever since I heard Patty Stanger say that on the Millionair Club, I have been so wanting to use it!!!)

Your time has come. Now what will you do with the rest of your life? See, it sucks to achieve your goals. Then what?

Now, I can sit back, relax and have a cocktail.

Maybe get a massage later. :-)

I'm sorry, but I'm so sick of these celebrities (like Jolie) with their fake stutters when they speak. They're trying so hard to be "normal" or appear "humble" so they stutter like they're just "like us." Sick. Of. It.

They are just so full of themselves. That said, I hope she accomplishes what she sets out to do in Iraq. Just lose the "I'm so normal" routine.