i cannot accurately describe the situation that is my hair right now.  i havent cut it since i got back from Bali... almost two years ago.  i should also tell you that i do not regularly utilize what is traditionally known as a "brush".  i just comb through it with my fingers in the shower, spray some products on it (maybe), and call it a fucking day.

the natural texture of my hair is more traditionally known as "beach" hair, "JBF" hair, etc., so sometimes i really believe that i can get away with doing the absolute minimum.  but most of the time i just dont care.

now its getting to a stage where i quite literally scared myself when walking into the bathroom this morning.  there was a terrifying moment when i thought this might have finally been the morning where my curly dreads really dont comb out and i would have to cut my hair super short again.  let's just say that that style hasnt worked out for me in the past.

that, and my mother gently (HA) keeps asking me when im going to "get my hair done".  she also gave me a gift certificate for a haircut for christmas.  (my mother, as you probably now know, is not known for her subtlety)

so i believe that the time has come.  i am hoping that i will only need to cut off about 4 inches...

why do i do this?  is it because i have no money for things like personal grooming?  is it because i have no patience for paying exorbitant amounts of money for some coiffure that would cost $30 for a dude?  is it because i would rather spend my money on wine?  is it because i just dont care?  do i just make use of my JBF hair excuse?

ya, youre right.  its all of the above.  

and i apologize for the long post on hair.  it seems so trivial now in the rapidly diminishing wake of panic that came from brushing my mane just now.