I need a haircut.
No, not like this. Though it's tempting. I need a haircut somewhere between this and what I've got right now, which is like wearing a well-worn mop on my head. And it's time to get rid of the gray-peppered yarmulke that I'm developing at my roots as my color grows out. More gray appears every time it grows out now.
Maybe shaving it again isn't such a bad idea...
Gray and I do not agree on my hair. He always hates it when I get it cut. And then, about the time I want to rip it all out by the roots, he begins telling me it "looks really nice."
I'm pretty sure THIS is how he'd like me to get my hair cut, and hell, so would I. But it ain't happenin'.
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