Okay. I know. You're probably wondering what the hell is going on, and I'm sure there have been murmurings behind my back for weeks now, so I just want to set the record straight:

My hair. I know. It sucks. It looks exactly like it did in seventh grade. Don't think I'm not aware of it. It's the first thing I see when I wake up and the last thing I see before I go to bed. It's every narcissist's albatross. It's crap.

All I can say is, I'm sorry. It's in a transitional phase and I can't really afford to get a haircut right now. So you'll all just have to suffer with me until some kind of accord can be reached.

"You're cute. I'd ride you all the way home if you weren't gay." � A woman at the pub in Grinnell, to me

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