somedayseattle | stars around my heart

You would think that due to my side hustle as a supermodel I would put a lot of effort into my appearance. I do all the necessary things at the necessary times. But when it comes to my hair, that’s not a high priority. At least as far as haircuts are concerned. I never schedule anything in advance. Normally I would wake up, look in the mirror and say “man, that looks like shit.” I would get a cut that day. I’ve had buzz cuts. I’ve had hair down to my nipples. It’s all the same to me. I’m beautiful either way.

I got up today to drive Erica to work and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair looked like hot garbage so I decided today was the day. After I dropped her off I went over to the local haircuttery and had it hacked off. It had gotten quite long and now it’s short and styled. My sassy new summer hairdo. When I got home I dug up an old diary to see when my locks were last sheared. My last haircut, pre-Covid-FU, was January 22, 2020. Over two years. I asked Siri, for the purpose of this post, how many days ago that date was.

777 days.

Are you kidding me? 777?!? Between this revelation and the palindrome love over the weekend...I have seriously got to buy some lottery tickets.

Me before-

Me after-

I know I bear striking resemblances to both Zakk Wylde and Anthony Jeselnik. Coincidence. Simply a coincidence. Now move along. Nothing to see here.