Cut Your Hair, Change Your Life

That's one of my favorite mottos from Glamour Magazine. This past week has been a real suck fest and I desperately needed something to shake up my life. It boils down to being really aggravated with dumb boys; the hail storm inflicted $3100 worth of damage to my car; I spent a whole night without electricity and I'm working this weekend.... I was grouchy and cranky and annoyed at everything. I decided something was necessary to shake me out of the doldrums and it was time to re-create brand Rob, anyway...so, yesterday, I cut my hair.

Rather, I had my head shaved. I told the fella I wanted the #1 blade/razor/guard (I dunno what they're called…) I just told him to chop, chop, chop it all off!!!!

It was a little startling and I'm not sure that I like it. But....um…someone clearly did.

If you look closely at the photo below (I conned my co-worker to help me take some new head shots, which is essential when you take this sort of drastic hair step), there's a…um…er…oh, what the hell - there's just a big-ole hickey! While I don't regularly blog about my sex life, I have to admit that I am actually kinda proud of my hickey and the circumstances under which I got it. For the sheer sake of T.M.I. (and the fact that I'm still a little fuzzy headed) - let's leave it with this:

If I knew I'd be getting that kinda action from a haircut, I'd go the barber every day!

Happy Memorial Day Weekend!

QUICK! Get out the cover up!

Perhaps I am suffering from an Iron Deficiency?

Posted May 29, 2004 02:37 PM