the itch
i'm in the mood again, and the urge is starting to get overwhelming. it doesn't help when i see myself reflected in less-than-ideal conditions either, but perhaps that's my own subconscious sabotaging the view. i'm referring, of course, to the 3-month itch i get to lop off the mop that's attached to my head. it's been a long ride with this hair of mine, and when my life starts squeezing me in other ways (in the current case, job hoopla), my reaction is to shake things up by modifying something. back in the day, it was another hole punched in to a body part... and much to my parents relief, i've grown out of that phase. nowadays, the easiest thing would be to take off a few 10 inches or so from the hair that i have committed to growing out. but it's that commitment (to locks of love) that keeps the scissors from my hands, and i have to find new and non-scarring (to me, or my bank account, so shopping is usually off the table) ways to satiate my unrest. (... ps ... i'm open to suggestions!)
current mood: 3.5 months to go!