Holy tits…I made it. 

I stood by and watched someone else go through a grueling three years of law-school. My husband.  

Law school actually sounded appealing at one point in my life, for like, maybe two days.  And only because I love to argue and yes I love to be right.  Are you shitting me, who doesn’t? 

But uhh, I’m glad it was my husband pulling those all-nighters reading thousands and hundreds of boring pages with words I pretend to know. 

Standing by and watching was tough too though. I mean seriously, I think my ears might bleed if I have to hear one more story about law review, mood court, or exams–cases– professors–grammar–citing–bar preparation–and even constitutional jokes–What?!  Yeah…

Looking back, when my husband and I first started dating, he told me he went as the second ammendment for Halloween one year… that should have been my red flag for over achieving smartass.  Especially when he told me, he sewed bear arms to his shirt. But, inside I was thinking, “shit why didn’t I think of that?”  Precisely why he went to law school, not me. 

Anyway, yeah so, I’ve listen to all things law the last three years of my life. Morning-day-and-night.  And holy tits I made it. 

~ g 

Chopped. Not the show. 

In the beginning, there was anticipation and my double chin. 

And then, that bubbling feeling inside.  What the fuck am I doing. 

 I’m chopping my hair off.  

In the end,  my new badass self was formed. This is my #imabadassselfie 

~ g


Okay seriously, don’t ever buy a big barrel curling iron, because if your name is Georgia–that shit won’t work.  And you’ll end up making faces like this one:

Pissed off.

Pissed off.

Here I am clearly pissed off, with my brand-new fifty-dollar big-ass-barrel curling iron.  And I’m pissed because, this is what I get:


This is not a fucking curl.  I would say it might be a curve. MIGHT be. And Some of you might be wondering– “does this chick even know how to curl her hair?”  The answer is–yes I do.  Yes, I held the curling iron in the right amount of time.  Yes, I even rolled it up the right way.

And yes, I even tried taking a smaller strand.  See:


But nope. Nothing. No curl.  And yes, I even watched a youtube video to make sure I wasn’t a dumbass! And hey, guess what?  Not a dumbass.  I started getting borderline depressed, so I went back to my shitty smaller barrel curling iron.


And this is what my smaller shitty curling iron gave me:


Better, but still not a curl.  At least, not the curl I’m going for anyways.

Now there is only one more option. One more solution. One last hope for a decent hair duo. But it’s time-consuming, old-school, and tedious.

I got out my reserves.

My hair curlers.



And as I slowly started taking them out…


What the fuck is that?




I look like a fucking idiot.


Worst hair day. Ever.


Actual tears.

Sooo– I obviously had to brush that shit out.  2 curling irons, 1 set of hair curlers, and 2 hours later…

This was my hair duo for the night.



Oh and one last side note.

I put my hair in a bun when I went to bed and woke up the next morning to this: