Not quite vanity.

I have decided to cut my hair. Cristina and I will have one more big adventure together. She cut my hair from waist-length to shoulder blade-length. Then from shoulder blade-length to between ear and neck-length. And now… we enter the dyke era. (If clarification is needed, I wish to have Sharon Stone’s haircut, not the haircut of whoever that guy is.)

No blonde, though. My hair is unbleachable.

Shhh! though. So far it’s a secret +1 person.