Midnight Mullets: ADD and Impulsivity

Here's a little tidbit for you. At 3AM a couple months back, in a fit of insomniac and post-partum delirium I decided it was the perfect time for those bangs I'd wanted for so long. I'd been watching a lot of Torchwood and was really digging on the way Gwen's thick, lustrous hair framed her face. I'd been in a hair rut--experiencing "ponytail death" as I called it--for a while, too chicken to take the plunge and get bangs. Plus, my hair stylist is a grumpy old curmudgeonly genius who refused to entertain my suggestions for bangs.

Why not do it myself? I mean YouTube is full of tutorials that can teach me how to give myself the glamorous do my stylist refuses to do, right?

Wrong