I just went to get a haircut -- it's that time of the year, and boy, did I need one -- and I told the girl to just "take a little bit off, not too much, I like having something to work with". Walking out, I looked like a marine ready for his first tour of duty. I felt raped. Now, fortunately, hair grows back, but in the meantime (for the next two weeks) I'll feel decidedly sheared and naked. Ah, vanity.
On the positive side, I won't have to towel dry my hair anymore. All the moisture will instantly evaporate when I emerge from the shower.
There's more pointless babbling on the way. I believe in documenting all the pointless aspects of my sorry life for everyone to read. This is, after all, by far the most visited site on the net.
:)