On Friday, I got out of the shower, combed my hair and then made the rash and ridiculous decision to walk half-naked through the living room to grab the kitchen shears off the counter. I stormed back to Alex's bathroom, parted my mangy fro down the middle and started chopping.
BECAUSE I AM AN IDIOT.
I actually HAD a reason, although in hindsight, it's perhaps the sorriest reason that anyone ever came up with as a reason for anything: I figured a "little trim" would tide me over until I could make it to the salon for a real haircut. I was actually planning to follow all that great advice you gave me.
A LITTLE TRIM! HA!
After it dried, it looked even more like an Egyptian tomb than ever before:
I tried messing around with it a little bit, but still, it's a big fat triangle.
I washed it again and put extra gel in it yesterday and tried to fix it with a headband, but I still BADLY need to go get some layers put in.
I'm going to try and drop by a walk-in salon this afternoon. Pray for me that it doesn't get any WORSE.