I am holding a clump of hair in my hand right now. It came out of my head. It is my own fault; I cut my own hair. Well, better said, I trimmed my own hair. And no, I'm not talking about trimming the ends... I'm talking about buzzing all the hair off of my neck. I hate hair on my neck. Apparently my great-grandma hated it aswell and cut it all off of her neck, too. Anyway, it really makes me crazy. Which is, in fact, the reason why I buzzed it all off. I thought I had done a bang-up job cleaning up my neck as I buzzed away, as I stook in front of the medicine cabinet mirror in the bathroom with my mini mirror in hand. It seemed as though everything went well. Until...
I was fingering through my hair, which is up in a pony-tail and several long chunks of hair just slipped out... Apparently I didn't buzz so expertly. I haven't taken out the whole pony-tail. I'm afraid to. I already have a nice strip of 8-inch hair in my hand. I'm not sure I want to see if there's anymore. Darnit! Oh well, at least the hair's off my neck (and a little more than that, I guess)!
Let me know if you have ever cut your own hair. How did it turn out?
