I officially have short hair

It really wasn't meant to be this way...

Sounds like a sappy love song... I should be writing songs... ahaha...

Oh. Right. Hair.

Well, the moment I walked into the hair salon, I had a very distinct: this is going to be one of those haircuts you hear about where you walk out saying "ack! it's short!" and then you have a "one time I got my hair cut in a foreign land" story to tell... Now, the fact that I had such a thought/feeling ahead of time and still allowed them to cut my hair says that I did it knowing full well... Sometimes, I just need an excuse for getting things done. Ahaha. That's quite evil. That's also quite an admission about my psyche. Don't use it against me.

Well, see, I never, of my own free will and logical conscience, would've decided to cut my hair so short. Lately, in the back of my mind, I've always figured that if it happened by accident, I'd survive. There was a time in life when that would NOT have been the case.

In any case, I had a feeling this would happen, I pretended to assume it wouldn't, I let the lady do her thing and now I have a lovely haircut that is light and bouncy and frisky (haha) and quite short, compared to anything I've ever had in my life.

Oh well, the Lord had His way. >:D

She did a good job and she managed to do exactly what was needed, just a bit shorter... well, I always did suspect my hair would spring upwards if it was lighter/shorter and so it has. PTL.



:D