The Hair is Dead

I got it cut. My hair is gone. Yay! It’s so perfect because it’s now getting hot here in Germany and it’s lovely to let my neck breath. It’s crazy, I think I got the best haircut of my life and I couldn’t even communicate with the girl....

I Feel Like Cousin IT

I’m done with this hair. It’s killing me. Literally. In my sleep at night I find it trying to choke the life out of me. During the day it gets caught on things and causes me so much pain. Either that or it’s so static-y it attempts to fly away with...