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So, I finally cracked today. The heat wins. I just could not take another instant of hot, sticky hair laying against my hot, sticky neck in the hot, sticky air, so I went down to the corner shopping center and into the $20 haircut place and said please, please, please, for the love of all that is good, pure, and holy in this world, PLEASE cut my hair. And the lady did, and it is good. But I'm bummed, because it was finally going in the direction I wanted, with a cut that I liked, and was a mere 3 months away from ponytail length and brushing my shoulders. Seriously, by October, it would have been well on its way to actual *length*. But by October, I would have snapped from the heat and killed someone, so the hair had to go. So now it's an entire width of my palm plus another index fingerwidth shorter. And layered; boy, is it layered. And I'm sure come the cooler weather, I will bemoan the loss of my hair and all that it stood for (femininity, ponytails, a softer chinline, and youth, just to name a few), but for now, I am a helluva lot cooler, and that is what counts. Remind me of that in December, will you? ::sigh:: Peace out, copyright 2002
- 2005 Katie Doyle; all rights reserved
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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