Chop.

All gone.

Okay, mostly gone. Two thirds anyway. And I'll donate the two ponytails of hair. That's at least something good.

The rest? Not so much.

I have to say that I hate the haircut. And I don't hate haircuts. I'm usually very sanguine about this kind of stuff. I never get upset about haircuts. My hair grows too quickly to care that much. But I really don't like this one. I look too generic, too boring. It has no style and is exactly what I asked the "stylist" not to do.

Oh well.

It'll grow.

Meanwhile, poop.

I'll post pictures later, when my funk has subsided.