So, 34 years in on this day, it could be a good time to conquer that moronic social anxiety concerning hair-dressers, now that I'm all weird w my mom (who usually cuts my hair), again, so - fuck it, time for the 2nd self-cut in my life (the first was a few nights after the Utøya shooting, when I realized that me cutting my own hair was absolutely nothing compared to, well, all kinds of massacres and horrors... )
SO, HERE GOES!
I also cut my hand, a little.
Oh, and I bought myself a new scissor, minutes before cutting my hair with it. Happy birthday me!
and do forgive the sleep deprived expression, see, I am sleep deprived
SO, HERE GOES!
I also cut my hand, a little.
Oh, and I bought myself a new scissor, minutes before cutting my hair with it. Happy birthday me!
and do forgive the sleep deprived expression, see, I am sleep deprived