Weetniet

Went to the hairdressers this afternoon. I really hate to go but I was slowly going insane so yeah, I went. I don't like someone messing up my hair. The fact that when they wash your hair it feels like they're trying to rip it out of your skull and when they blowdry it feels like they're trying to torch their latest creation might have something to do with my disliking. But whatever. My hair is chopped off and it feels much lighter. The main point I went to the damn thing in the first place.
The GF will be happy 'cause the hairdresser didn't chop off as much as I wanted although I asked her. Twice. And the kiddies and colleagues at work will be happy 'cause I won't be supporting a scary mohawk any time soon. :-S

( click to see the new 'do )
Don't mind the baggy sweater and my expressions, I'm still not a 100%. And I hate doctors even more than I hate hairdressers. :-)