I can’t leave my job (and don’t exactly want to), I can’t move, I can’t dye it blue, I can’t make up my mind on a tattoo. But I’m itchin’ for something different. So I chopped seven inches off my hair.
Holy crap, batman. I don’t know if my hair has been this short since high school.
Exhibit A: Before(ish).
Exhibit B-F: After. Pony, pigtails, down, and glasses.
I got my hair cut with glasses, and now I’m feeling like I need to always wear them. For some reason it just feels right. But I’m going to try it without tomorrow and see what I think. For now, it’s going to take some getting used to. At least I have one year to grow it all back for the weddings.