Hair Drama
I'm at that stage of needing a haircut where all I can think about is how I need a haircut. Like, obsessing about my hair in such a deluded fashion that I imagine people on the Metro thinking to themselves "wow that girl's hair is really bad, she needs a haircut." This is both narcissistic and absurd. There are homeless people on the metro! I'm a regular fashion model for crying out loud!*
Still, I want a haircut and I'm going to do something I haven't done in two decades: cut more than an inch off. I know, I am so lame and insecure and I use my hair as some kind of security blanket to hide behind, which is funny because my hair isn't really all that great. It's ok, and I've had my share of good hair days but for reals, yo, it's nothing worth hiding behind. Still, yeah, I'm insecure and my locks are comforting but let's face it: I'm too old to be rocking hair past my bra strap. Aren't I?
All of that hair drama to say that I'm going to cut two inches off the length. You feel let down, don't you?
I've been seeing an inordinate number of really short men lately. I don't know if it's because I'm in a more urban, populated area (um, actually I do know that is precisely the reason: I've been seeing more people in general) but whatever the reason there they are: men under 5'5". I don't really have anything else to say about that other than, dude, that's a short guy.
So I did make it to the gym last night although I only did 40 minutes of cardio (stepmill of horror!) and then went home. HP's back was STILL bothering him and he was chillin' on the couch with the yoggies and, let's be real, I just want to go home and curl up on the couch with him. So I did. But tonight I will do shoulders and back and knock out a little more cardio. It's all good in tha hood.
*I am not even remotely a fashion model, nor do I aspire to be one.
