I now understand why my sister has had short hair for pretty much her entire adult life. I woke up this morning feeling blah, and didn't get my usual Sunday ego boost of people complimenting my brunch because my cooking partner talked both the workshift manager and myself out of having brunch at all. So I grabbed the clippers and went back and bzzzed off the only hair on my head in excess of an inch, which was the weird zone of 8-inch bangs that I'd been too scared to cut off. (While clipping I repeated to myself, "in the name of the beanie, the hoodie, and the holy head-rub" to exorcise the demons of follicular doubt.) And now, seeing as it's fucking freezing in my house, I can put warm things on my head without winding up with only part of my hair looking goofy*.
*By which I mean, now my entire head will look goofy. Which is, ironically, much less goofy-looking than incomplete goofiness.
Kingmanites: you must now try rubbing my head. It's so much fun that the Kentucky state legislature is already discussing a bill to ban it.
Others: speculate and be afraid.
Katie: when are you coming to visit when when when?Posted by dianna at March 25, 2007 01:24 PM