Karma's My Bitch...
I've been out of town for the last few weeks, which is why I haven't really updated. That, and I really never know what to say...
I don't really feel like updating, so I'll just mention one thing.
I donated 22 inches of my hair to Locks of Love this afternoon. Yup. Hacked it all off. Well, not like all all. It's still about shoulder length. And I didn't do it myself. Some fancy hair-cutter lady did it. But still... 22 inches is a lot of fucking hair. Almost two feet. I mean, I'm not freaking Rapunzel or anything, but... my head feels wicked light now. And I have a nice giddy feeling, which I'm pretty sure stems from spite. Everyone who's ever told me I wasn't "allowed" to cut my hair can now officially bite me. Hard.
I don't really feel like updating, so I'll just mention one thing.
I donated 22 inches of my hair to Locks of Love this afternoon. Yup. Hacked it all off. Well, not like all all. It's still about shoulder length. And I didn't do it myself. Some fancy hair-cutter lady did it. But still... 22 inches is a lot of fucking hair. Almost two feet. I mean, I'm not freaking Rapunzel or anything, but... my head feels wicked light now. And I have a nice giddy feeling, which I'm pretty sure stems from spite. Everyone who's ever told me I wasn't "allowed" to cut my hair can now officially bite me. Hard.