July 1st, 2012
For the past 3 days or so, I’ve been cutting my hair.
It started with me flatironing and realizing that I had some really fuzzy dead ends.
So I cut some.
And then I realized the damage went higher than I thought.
So I cut some more.
And pretty much every time I went into the bathroom, I would look at my hair and cut a little more off. Or if I was sitting down watching TV and playing with my hair and I felt something uneven, off to the bathroom I would head and snip, snip, snip.
Now, my hair is JUST above shoulder-length. That’s A LOT OF HAIR gone.
Then today I decided to take it back to wash and wear hair, which is curly hair, and for those of you out there who don’t quite understand how that works, when straight hair is curled, it appears shorter.
So now, I have a cute little bob around my ears, and I think that’s gonna be my summer look.
UPDATE: If you read the last post, you should note that I actually wrote this post about 4 days ago…in other words, BEFORE that post. So it’s not necessarily that I’m feeling all nice and chipper and We-Are-The-World about life now as much as it is just about posting the goddamn post. But yeah, there’s my hair, yay, clap, clap, yawn. I do feel…marginally better today. And now I’m beginning to wonder if I’m bi-polar. Not that I want to be bi-polar; to be honest, I’d really prefer not to take any more meds. But I DO want to get treated for the right condition. I looked it up and think that it’s perhaps possible that I have it…I don’t know. I’ll talk to my doctor about it…