cut cut chop chop

Its was that time... didnt really want to, but kinda had to.

Interesting feeling thou, i mean right after you cut it you feel like you could be in a hair commercial. Your free, you could skip and run and frolic through the fields of daises like dainty mango's. Kinda like an orgasm, non?

But after awhile the novelty wears off, and it becomes the same old same old, and sometimes you kinda wish you had not, and it almost becomes a burden (im talking about the bangs, get it?) and your just waiting for it to be like it was before, so you can just chop it all off again.





funny how our hair
applies to more then one "cut"
in our lives.

ha!

“I’ve started standing behind telephone poles again.”