Oh, and yes... it's good to be back.
I'm a little...uh... weird about my hair.
I go through to distinct phases, on a constant loop. The first is my odd delusion of hair long hair. I look at guys like Jason Schwartzman, or AJ from 'Empire Records' and decide that I am going to be like them - a dashing, long haired idiot.
Of course, this inevitably descends into my hair transforming itself into an odd Beatles-style bowl cut, my fringe getting in my eyes, the wings at the back taking on Wolverine tendencies. I can't even style it, because it's too fluffy to take hold.
After a while, the crushing cacophony of people telling me to get it cut takes it's toll. At this point I swing the other way - completely shaving it all off. I don't like this state any better, really. It still can't be styled, and I look like a cancer victim. I console myself with the fact that it's easy to dry when I hop out of the shower, though.
My hair is only good in the in-betweens. Not too long, not too short. Long enough to spike, and mohawk, but not too long that gels and mousses cease their wondrous work and my locks fall in on themselves. This in-between time is rare, and fleeting. And I don't realise how much I miss it until it's gone.
Right now I'm pondering shaving it all off again. Maybe to a 3, so I have enough left to dye blonde. The only thing stopping me right now is the tan lines.
Won't stop me for long, though.