Let me level with you here: I have less than two hours in which to write this, wash my hair, and then go to Bank of America and close my account (screw you, bastards! I’m finally free of your outrageous monthly fee!) before taking the pets to their annual check up at the vet. All of this is fine except for the washing of the hair which I am (and I should probably not put this into writing, but here goes nothing) historically really lax about and often push off to tomorrow what I could wash today.

My new hair...or half of it, anyway

The problem is, I got a new short haircut on Monday, and now it looks incredibly, horribly DIRTY. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am no stranger to really dirty hair, it’s just that I put some dry shampoo on it and put it into a bun or a French twist or a ponytail…but now there’s not enough. I can’t hide my laziness. My slovenly tendencies are out there for all the world to see: I have to face the fact that the situation can no longer be swept aside, and I must go wash it or be mistaken for Corey Feldman.

Have you seen the cover of the DVD for the Lost Boys II with him on it looking all old and awful? I spotted it while waiting in line for the Redbox last week and actually started laughing out loud.

Good grief. He must be seriously hard up for cash. (Not that I’m not. Makers of Lost Boys III: call me! I do a great Corey Feldman impression! Or the dead one: the other Corey. I can take a whirl at being him too.)

So, simply put, this is the only blog post you’re going to get today: a lament about how I need to go and wash my hair before I go and wash my hair. Oh, and a photo of half of of my new hair. You’ll just have to imagine the other side. Let me give you a hint: it’s even better.

(No, it isn’t.)

Please note: if you like said new hair less than my old long hair (and you know who you are people who told me you preferred my hair before the last time I cut it!) remember what your mother should have taught you: if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything.

Namaste.