Shave and a Haircut:

Two bits.

I need a haircut. The shave I could probably do without (I'm growing out my beard for winter).

My hair has reached massive proportions. It's the longest it's been since I chopped off my 4th grade "butt-length hair with enormous frizzy, frizzy bangs all up in the front" coif 15 years ago. I remember when I finally did chop off all that hair, my head felt all light and loopy and I kept shaking and shaking it - it was the strangest sensation.

Unfortunately, this new "freeing" haircut could have been best described as a permed bowl cut...because, indeed, it was a permed bowl cut. Not my best look. And the growing out process was horrible. I grew it out late in my 6th grade year, and by that point I had giant gold-framed glasses and the acne had kicked in and I was still taller than all the boys and I was missing a couple teeth on the sides that had fallen out late and my typical outfit consisted of stretch pants and an oversized t-shirt. Dang. From that point my hair was mostly chin- to shoulder-lengthish. And then during undergrad it was all short and flippy and kicky and spunky. And then I moved to Georgia and I didn't know which places were the good salons and which were the ones where they put a bowl on your head and just start trimming. Plus I had no money. So it got long. A year later I found a great hair stylist in Atlanta, but I could only afford to have him cut my hair once a year. So it got longer. And then I moved to Phoenix where, once again, I have that good place/bowl on the head dilemma. Which brings me back to the fact that...

I need a haircut.

ps - J, H, and PslashB, there are replies to your comments on the last post. Just so's ya know. So's all y'alls faces. The end.