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Haircuts are both awesome and depressing in nearly equal measure. Awesome because damn, I look good. Depressing because I know I'm never going to get my hair to look that great again. I was tempted to walk around the mall or something, just so other people could see it.
Anyway, today was the first time in more than three years I've cut my hair. No single reason -- I'm just lazy, cheap, and don't give too many fucks about my hair. It was the longest it's ever been -- halfway down my back -- and I had it hacked off to my shoulders. I was just sick of dealing with it. The guy who cut it asked if I wanted to donate it, so I agreed. At least it'll be useful to someone.