i can’t explain it, but cutting/dying my hair does not frighten me. other normal, rational human beings who don’t have the paralyzing fear of any sort of change i have, will balk at walking into a salon and saying to a complete stranger “cut it off. cut it all off.”
i do not.
i was going to post this as part of my WIP piece tentatively titled “About 30″ that is a contrast of life at SBC and life at infuz, but this probably shouldn’t wait, so here you go: