I didn't end up getting my hair cut. But I did get my hair cut. I'm growing my hair back long and strong. But it was in a haphazard, frumpette and the frumps stage, and I couldn't hack it. So I took my head to the hairdresser, half tempted to hack it (off) a la Michelle Williams or Emma Watson. Chickened out. Had a $90 trim instead. I think the sum total of hair loss for that day was equivalent to two strands, but there you have it. I got diddled and I do believe my hair was exponentially better when I walked in to when I walked out. In fact, I'd even go so far as to say I was having one of the best hair days of my life. And then my hairdresser messed with it.
Anyhooooo - I digress. Hordes of readers (actually, just two or three) have asked about my new profile pic.
Ladiez, this is where my lust for the undercut began.
You like it. You want it. You have to have it. You dig? Well I do. I still have undercut lust. It's not to be satiated though. I know the pain I must go through to grow that sucker out. Been there (well, at least have completely shaved my head two or three times) - done that. All over red rover. Or is it?
Look at Riri. She is surely the hottest thing since sliced bread.