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.: 4.14.2008 

Must... Resist...

It's April. I'm due for my biannual haircut. I'm very, very ready to cut it all off, and I mean quite short this time. Not as short as my SIL (I did the boy hair thing in middle school and it wasn't attractive, so I know better than to repeat that), but pretty damn short. I keep wearing it up with my bangs down and there's a voice in the back of my head going, "Just cut it all off to about 2" long and leave the bangs." Thankfully, there's a voice in the front of my head saying, "OH HELLZ NO." But still... the desire to chop, chop, chop is there. It's a Spring thing, it's a baggage thing, it's a boredom thing.

I know if I go ahead and cut it myself one of two things will happen: it will either look "nice" (*yawn*) or it will be truly awful in that "must knit myself a hat STAT" sort of way. I'd go somewhere to have it cut for me but I'm a) cheap and b) still kinda scarred by the mullet incident back in '96 (dad, you might remember this; you were living in that trailer and I cried in the bathroom for an hour).

Oh, who the hell am I kidding? You know I'm going to be poised in front of the mirror tonight with scissors. Chop, chop, chop!


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