The Time Has Come

Time to go see my hairdresser that is.

The struggle to resist chopping off my hair was real. But then I knew that would only lead to more misery and tears, since my hair is as controllable as a monkey on a sugar high. I need my ponytails and buns to function as cages.

Oh well, maybe this will help me control the mess that is my hair for a while.

I’d also like to point out that my hair was straight, when I left the hairdresser’s…

Yeah, that about sums it up.

~J~