So I’m in need of a haircut. I’ve needed one for a while. But I just called my hairdresser (the amazing Julie @ ego hair space on Robson) to make an appointment. Sadly, the first mutually agreeable appointment is on Thursday, October 21st. Which is sooo far away. I’m going to look like a mop. or the thing from the Addams family. You get the idea. But I’m going to be looking scruffy for a while longer.
Maybe I can pass it off as some kind of indie-rock look – cutting your hair is so, i dunno, mainstream, y’know?