Chop— not of the karate variety. I chopped my hair off, but by “I,” I mean a professional hair dresser.
I like it, and unless you like it too, I don’t want to hear what you think.
I wish I could say I made this hair hacking decision after much thought, list making and some sleepless nights. Alas, that is not so.
I saw some pictures of two different actresses, and randomly asked by boss if he thought I could cut it.
Yeah, I said I asked my boss. Did you know I can’t just make random appearance changing decisions? It comes with the territory. Anyway, I asked and he gave me the ok.
So, after one week and several verbal arguments and a couple of first fights with my amazing hairdresser, it was done.
I am now the more adorable, but less wealthy version of last year’s Justin Bieber. Eat your heart out tweens.
Stop flirting with me Selena Gomez. I told you, I’m married.