gone

i cut my hair. okay, so i didn't cut it myself, i had it cut by a trained professional. a person that i wish would follow me around. ok, not follow me around, but magically show up at my apartment every morning and blow dry and style my hair for me. for the life of me i cannot grasp the concept of "hairstyling" i think there's just a problem with the dexterity of my hands. i also blame my childlike handwriting on this. or my lack of patience. i can blame both on that as well.

anyway, i cut my hair, and i don't know what to do with it. he took about three inches off. on top of the 1.5 to 2 that i had taken off almost a month ago. it's short. but i'm not back to my lesbian hair. good grief. flashbacks. i'll never go there again!!

my head floats.