the good, the bad, the ugly

my hair is terrifying today. i look like farah fawcett, or maybe even tina turner (which reminds me, what DOES love have to do with it?).
maybe, like lassie, my hair is trying to tell me something. did vidal sassoon fall down a well?
maybe, like mr. miagi, my hair is trying to guide me. is it telling me to bring van halen back together? or to listen to my inner groupie? i just can't tell.
can someone find me a hat? please?!