Yesterday I got my hair cut. I went in and said, "I've been growing out my hair for two years, this requires a lot of dedication because it grows at a rate of one millimetre per century, I love it this length, CUT IT ALL OFF IMMEDIATELY." I lost four inches in one foul swoop. You'll say I brought it on myself, but this is the first haircut I've hated in about a decade. I cried myself to sleep over it last night, it's that bad.
Before we start, observe my cute outfit from the other post. This is the only way I could figure of taking a full length shot, because I have not the technical skills.
Taken immediately when I got home, before the full horror of what I'd done sunk in.
Today: reality bites.
Summing up my feelings on the whole affair via the medium of a BrendonUrie!face.
WHAT I SACRIFICED. FUCKING WOE.