I have NO respect for my hair whatsoever....

Not even a smidgen of respect or any real care for it. 

In fact it almost seems like I hate it...

Other than the fact that I say "I hate my hair" like its my daily mantra

If you leave me alone with it for too long I'll take a pair of sharp [or not] scissors and chop it!!!

So thats what i did tonight....

I mean, I was wearing my hair down - an EXTREMELY rare occurence - and i didn't like it

so I went into my roomie's drawers and found her scissors, went into the bathroom,

found a "hair catcher"....

Paradise Bakery bag..... gross huh?? :P

Then I grabbed the chunks of hair I didn't like and cut 'em loose!!

The entire process including the thought put into it - about 2-3 minutes....

What can I say, I'm like an animal! Or a caveman - I like caveman :)

Oh yeah and I used my camera as a "back of the head checker" and it was quite helpful....

don't worry about that little guy - i got rid of that little guy :)

I'm gonnu go celebrate my new free haircut with some Red Mango

Peace out suckas!!