Holy crap! Do you have any idea the migraines you get when your hair is long enough to serve as a ladder? And, Dude, you would think the prince you'd get out of the deal would be freakin' awesome, but he's not. I think he's maybe that prince who got turned into a frog at one point and then got turned back by a kiss. Except whoever turned him back, well, they did a bad job because he still looks kind of like a frog. Maybe that's why his kisser left him. Stupid frog boy.
I told the dude he could still come, you know, to hang out, but I don't think he got the point, so I chopped my hair off and tied the braid to the bed post. Needless to say, he was devastated. He didn't like the buzz cut that followed either. He said it didn't go with my dress, and it kinda reminded him of his brother. Dude, I think I look hot, and the migraines stopped too.
So, now that I don't have to act as the actual ladder in the tower I've been thinking of climbing down my hair to see what's outside. I've asked the prince about maybe bringing another horse, you know, to help a damsel out, or even trading him my spinning wheel in exchange since he doesn't seem too into me anymore, but I'm not sure I'll see him anymore. Oh well, other fish in the sea I suppose. Or frogs in the pond in his case.
I suppose I could go tomorrow. Maybe someone out there likes princesses with buzz cuts.