Growing Out Bangs

Last night I was called old. By some guy who blows up balloons on the street corner for money. I wasn't pleased when I was told I looked the oldest out of the group I was with--especially since there were another person there who was older--if not by much. And so me, being somewhat vain and paraniod came home and just stared at myself in the mirror for a bit. Counted the wrinkles in my forehead. Looked at the lack of smile lines--good thing about being angsty. And realized I should just grow out some bangs. Though that is the same trick that Farrah Fawcett and Suzanne Sommer use. And it hasn't really worked for me. Or Goldie Hawn.