What the Bowlcut

Sooooo even before the pandemic, during childhood too, haircuts were a sCeNaRiO. 

The Scorpio in my chart, INTJ personality and being the messiest of messy messes in general means trusting someone with something as possibly self-esteem shattering as my hair is more nutty then a squirrel parade.

The bad mullet I had growing up is also being slayed by people half my age. When did my childhood trauma become cool? Can we not with the JNCO please!

Anyway I took it upon myself to buy a pair of hair scissors and have been a menace to myself ever since.

And let's just say my lately foray into bang-cutting has rendered me traumatized.

Also, the rest of a previous hack job is on some weird mid-length awkward growth stage.

All this has me prioritizing a stern letter to Mrs. Clause to insist her husband brings me all the beanies, a time machine and some high quality dark chocolate.

To sum up, it's hack job from *** in the front and extremely awkward in the back which is aggressively not what my ego is needing.

Just needed to vent.