it’s been a long time since you’ve seen my face on the internets hasn’t it? and the biggest change?  this nasty mop of hair.  see the thing about not cutting your hair for a long time is that the idea of cutting it becomes freaky.  for no good reason.

because in reality i’m thinking this whole mess of stuff that is growing out of my head needs to go.  The idea of short hair seems fantastically freeing.  but then i wonder if that wold be some terrible mistake.  and then i wonder why on earth i give a damn, because after all, it’s just hair, isn’t it?  and spending this much time thinking/writing about hair seems like a ridiculous waste of time.

and i just wish somebody would be honest enough with me to say, please cut that shit off or don’t cut it.  because i’m sick as can be of hearing i should do what i want (becaue apparently i have no idea what i want).

this is lame, i know.  then again, i’m lame and that’s one thing that isn’t likely to change