Hair update 06: Fail!

Oops. 

First day of a week off, and what do I do. I get a haircut. On, the plus side, I did say when I started this whole hair-growing thing that I was aiming to go without a haircut until the beginning of May and - whoa! - it's the beginning of May, so Mission: Accomplished there. And it was actually seven months to the day that I last had my haircut. My regular lady's been promoted in the meantime, which means I have to pay more. Still, I think you'll agree you just can't put a price on such raw animal sexiness. Oh, and what about the head massage they give you when they wash your hair? Worth any price. I'm not lying when I tell you I totally get a semi shivers down my spine when they do that.

Sorry to everyone who hoped I was going to end up looking like Fabio or something, but it was beginning to curl in unexpected places and was really getting on my tits (not literally). Anyway, I think I've finally well and truly decided that I prefer short hair better.

Perhaps the only downside is that I think my regular haircutting lady (I can't bring myself to say 'hair-dresser') has something against sideburns; mine come down to the bottom of my ears or thereabouts, but she always politely suggests that she trim them off. And I'm too stupid to say no. These took months days to grow, don't ya know!

Anyway, on the whole, is this deserving of a "rawr" or what?

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Having a haircut hasn't been the only thing I've been up to today. Oh no. I've been to Sainsbury's (it's becoming apparent that I have an irrational fear of running out of toilet rolls - I've just bought eight more), and Homebase, where I bought some compost, a trowel, and a big plant for my small living room. For some inexplicable reason I'm actually getting rather interested in plants and garden stuff; I bought two small trees in Tesco a couple of weeks back for a fiver (they've been named Bill and Ben), hence the need for compost and a trowel. And the plant (something from the yukka family, I believe) looks awesome in my living room, even if it was a complete bitch to get home in my car.

Later this week I intend to re-pot my work plant, which I brought home at Christmas and haven't taken back yet. I think it looks awesome in my bedroom, and the sheer fact that it's flowering seems to suggest that it agrees with me.

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Right - must dash; I'm off to see Death Cab for Cutie in concert tonight and I don't have a clue what to wear. It's really warm at the moment, but I suspect it'll drop down cold later - what a sartorial dilemma!

In the meantime, you can discuss amongst yourselves who's going to buy me this. I will dress as Batman if you treat me to it. PROMISE.