I got a haircut on wednesday for the first time in over 3 years. A whopping 1.5/2 inches! Just to get rid of some split ends and make it look a bit cleaner around the edges. I was hesitant because back when I was 14 (when I originally grew my hair out long) my mom tricked with the whole "just get the ends trimmed up so it looks a little cleaner and doesn't knot up at the end as much". Then, while I wasnt paying attention, she told the haircut lady to cut off a bunch. I got pwnzrd.
Oh...but not this time.
I asked the haircut lady if she had a dog. She said yes. I said I'd kill it if she did anything that I didn't deem satisfactory. The trim was satisfactory, I can barely notice the difference in length and it does look a bit better. Win.
That's my epic tale for the past few days. Coincidently, that's the only time I've been out of the house since wednesday.
the end.