The Dubious Pleasures of a New Haircut

I'm not so sure I'm enjoying my new haircut: Jenni cut my hair while she was feeling very sickly and I think she may have taken it out on my hair.

I've got a hidden cowlick in the back of my head that normally isn't a problem because I have thick, very heavy hair. For years it was covered by a curtain of bouncy curls, but I gradually weaned myself off the perms and surrendered to Mother Nature’s legacy: straight, heavy hair with no body (sort of describes me physically, too! ;D Hee-heee!) Mother Nature is a real MUTHA! ;p

Anyway, Jenni razored my hair into cut layered locks that are wavy and bouncy and light … but I think she forgot about my cowlick in the process. My hair is making a loop in the back of my head. It looks like a shepherds hook on the crown of my head.

I may have to get a perm to disguise this thing, but if I do that, I’ll end up with sausage curls and hair short enough to confuse me for a boy! My worst fear in life is to look like a pear! That’s why I always have to have hair at least to my shoulders.

Unfortunately, I think I’m going to have to go into semi-seclusion until this grows out. :( No more dates for me. Maybe that’s a blessing in disguise because all of the males I’ve met have been “guys” not “men” … where the hell are all of the men hiding? I know, Pennsylvania, right? Ha. I may be emigrating to Pennsylvania sooner than I thought. There is a thriving Amish culture there, so I could cover my shorn locks with a cap and hide out there and no one would know … like Kirstie Alley and Tim Allen did in that really silly movie they made. ;)

Can you tell I stayed up way too late on a Daylight Savings time weekend? I’m so tired I can’t link normal sentences!

Bedtime! :)