I posted earlier about how traumatic getting my hair cut is - keep that in mind when reading. Last week I went out to run some errands and somehow ended up at the hair salon. My blood sugar was low and I only have vague recollections of being there (which has been rare since leaving my job at POOR Magazine btw). Upon getting home it came to my attention that my hair was umm very different than when I left that morning. I can only describe it by saying that i look like my name should be something like Tina LaRusso and that maybe I am married to someone named Tony the Enforcer and we live in Northern Jersey. Every time I see myself in the mirror I am compelled to say fagetaboutit.
I have tried to live with it awhile hoping maybe I could get used to it, not happening. So I pose this question to you, What should I do now?
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