I got my hair cut tonight and I must say I'm feeling pretty fucking great. My hair has been looking beyond terrible for at least a month, with horrible grown out layers and a halo of frizz framing my face. On Tuesday I finally got that panicky, desperate feeling I always get after going like 5 months without a haircut and called Emilio to see if he could fit me in. He asked about my availability and I told him I could be there in 5 minutes (I was all kinds of desperate). Sadly, I had to wait 2 days, but it was totally worth it. I couldn't decide whether to go short or invest in the long look that I had accidentally cultivated by lack of regular maintenance. I told him to treat me like I was on What Not to Wear and that I was at his mercy. I thought for sure he'd cut it short, but he decided to keep it long and give me lots of layers and thinned it so much there was a small dog's worth of hair on the floor when he finished. I seriously feel 5 pounds lighter. I thought I'd blog about how hot I feel right now so that tomorrow, when I'm trying really hard to blow it out to look the same as it does right now and it's not working, I can relive this glowing feeling. I'd take a picture and post it if my face didn't look so much like a piece of greasy pizza right now.
Oh and also, on the way home from my haircut I caught myself singing along to Greenday's 'Time of Your Life' on the radio. I had sung the whole first verse (loudly and with passion) before I was jolted out of my reverie. Self awareness suddenly flooded the car and I shouted out loud, "Are you seriously singing along to Greenday?!" Then I angrily switched the station.