For some strange reason, I can't stand getting my hair cut. My usual technique to avoid getting a haircut is - well, to not cut it.... lol. That's not always a good idea though. :) It grows, for one. And then there's that thing about the split ends. So after a while my hair, which usually hangs straight down, becomes weird. It's frizzy sometimes, curly other times... but most of the time I'm just a victim of static electricity. Bozo the Clown comes to mind. :p Well anyways - my point is; I got a haircut today. YAY for me! It was a split second decicion that I might come to regret, but it's done. Sitting in that not so comfy chair and getting that coverthingy strapped around my throat is just my idea of a good time right? Not at all... But I said to myself; "hunny - you look like sh*t, so you're gonna have to endure". And I did. For about 45 minutes. aaaaargh. The biggest problem today was that I didn't exactly know how I wanted it done. The pre...