Yes, I got my hair cut. Gone is the giant Erin Hair, with this new do in its place.
Apparently, I had enough hair for myself and then some. The stylist cut these four ponies off to donate to someone who needs some hair. The locks looks sort of sad and amputated.
It's weird to think that someone will be walking around wearing my hair. They will not know that I used to use the ends of a tendril to torture the Goat by tickling his nose and ear as he lay half asleep next to me.
Sometimes my long hair would get in the way of close interpersonal contact with the Goat.
"You're on my hair!"
I won't miss that.
Anyway, if you see someone walking around wearing my hair, say, "Hey man, that's some nice hair!" It'll sort of boost the good karma of the planet all the way around.
This post is done.
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