Casualties

Remember how I said I cut all my hair off? Yeah, well it's a big problem now.
I hate it. I totally hate hate hate it.
Maybe it's because I didn't see it dry until I got home or some ridiculous shit, but I look like the nerdy girl from Singles. You know the look. Early 90's Seattle. Oh god.
So I'm going back into the shop tomorrow to do something about it. But now that it's so short, there's not much I can do. I guess I'm going back to the good ol' hawk.
When I was younger everybody told me that I would grow out of this phase.
Well, here I am, a phlebotomist, a GROWN-UP getting yet, another Mohawk. Is that a phase? No way. You can take the girl outta punk but you can't take the punk outta girl.

Fuck it. It's just hair. Stupid hair. It'll grow back. Or not. You can never tell anymore.
To really do it right and big time, I'll dye it some wicked awesome color, too. Just for the full effect.

my mom is gonna shit. And it's gonna be RADICAL. 9th grade all over again.

Street cred just got bumped up 100 points.