HAIR-UM SCARE-UM

In passing, I mentioned that I was cutting off all my hair. I stuck by my vow and last Saturday the deed was done. Since Monday was the first public day of showing it off, which was the day I was shit-canned, I had started to wonder if I had Samson-ized myself. Ridiculous, I know, but hey, how many of you wore your lucky socks/underwear/charm/etc. to your RE’s? Same, but different.

So here we have me in the weeks before:

*BEFORE*
*BEFORE*

 

And now (I’m the one on the right…just in case you were wondering):

*AFTER*
*AFTER*

 (I really should see a specialist about the weird facial tics I’ve been having, don’t you think?)

Actually, here’s a better shot:

*AFTER w/o STUPID EXPRESSION*
*AFTER w/o STUPID EXPRESSION*
I have to say, the haircut makes me feel all kinds of sassafras. I’m digging it. Except in the morning since sleeping on a head full of hair paste makes me look a bit Kramer in the morning. It ain’t purty, let me tell you.