Just to get my annual blog post quota out of the way

I hate my hair.

I hate that I don't have as much as I used to. Ever get a sunburn on the top of your head from less than 30 minutes outside? Shit's embarrassing. I hate how it's thin on top and thick on the sides. I hate how the sides curl up and out to create some sort of horn-like protrusions if not properly managed.

I hate maintaining my hair. I hate having to buy products that do nothing to make its upkeep more manageable. I hate having to comb it only for it to get out of place less than ten seconds later. I hate having to take an hour or more of my time to wait to sit in some sadistic contraption someone in good humor called a 'chair', wearing a tight paper gorget and accompanying smock while some lady I can barely understand, let alone converse with, wields sharp metallic objects out of line of sight, dangerously close to fleshy and sensitive protrusions of my head that I would like to keep symmetrical for as long as possible, in some attempt to butcher my hair that I will never be satisfied with despite her attempts after the fact to aim a series of mirrors at the back of my head to show off her handywork like I know the first thing about what I want, and if I knew one iota of what I wanted in a hairstyle or how to achieve it with a pair of scissors and an electric razor you bet your ass I would take some time out of my Sunday afternoon to do it myself. I hate that I have to pay for the experience.

Also, I lost my jacket and it's cold.