the return of chemo sorbie gal. now, if only jesus man was to be found...

So, I said to C., "Hey, you want to cut my hair. Right? Right?"

And she said she would.

Then, I said to C., "I need like an inch cut off. Here, (holds up bangs) see the difference in length between there and the top? That's like how much I want off all over. And don't worry, it's almost impossible to make it too short. Oh, and I like my ears cut out. And make sure the neckline isn't all wispy because I hate that."

She took it all under advisement, and proceeded to give me the haircut I asked for, except it was still too long in back.

So she cut more back there.

And then she worked around the sides.

And then the top.

And the front.

And then around the crown some more.

Two thoughts on the haircut:

1. Wow, I didn't know my cowlick could stick out like that. I guess it's good that I have some really sticky-ass hair goo to hold it down.
2. I am now awaiting the inevitable comparisons to Annie Lennox in that one video -- not only because it's flaming red-orange, but mostly because it's almost that short.