Dark Locks Falling Towards Blue Linoleum

Sooooo...I just buzzed all my hair off. How do I feel? Years of my life have been spent cultivating my "bush," as I sometimes refer to it. I mean, how long was I supposed to go on living spending hundreds on haircuts because the powers-that-be endowed me the thickest, curliest, kinkiest hair on Earth? Really, how long?

Well, powers-that-be, FUCK YOU!

As to the matter of how I feel. I guess all I can say is that the first reaction was, "Dude, that's hot!" (Thanks Diego) And now for my final thought: It might be a bit colder up top, but not looking like you are constantly wearing a helmet is a pretty sweet deal.

In other news, nothing has happened in my life of circumstance. Going to Paris on Friday...guess that's kinda cool. But I haven't even gone yet, so I shouldn't be wasting precious (and by precious I mean infinite, as this is, again, just a humble bastien of my thoughts) blogspace. So, I guess that's it...*stalls for time*...bye.