I haven't written in a while and that's a good thing, it means I've been busy. Busy trying to move on and busy trying to get my strength back and busy complaining about my hair being short and coarse and weird. Then going to the hairdresser, or to Maura, and having that "too-short" hair cut because I can't stand the weirdness.
Mike says I'll have to suck it up and have weird hair for a while, or else it'll never grow out, Nicole! ARGHHH, I say. Maybe after the summer.
I tried a faux hawk again, but it's so thick that it whacks out in the humidity, like, sticks straight off my goddamn head, so I keep trimming the sides. It's like I have a raccoon tail at the top of my head, the hair's so thick there. A fuckin Davy Crockett head. I figure though, that when it does finally grow to a respectable length where it has enough weight to fall downwards, not out, that it'll be thick enough to cover up the undercut well enough. Who knows.