Sister John

Every once in a while I like to try to grow out my hair. I say try because each time I do it, I realize how ridiculous it looks. And then I promptly regain my sanity and get a proper hair cut.

Today was the breaking point for me in my months long hair experiment. The locks of hair residing above my ears have begun to stick out at a 90 degree angle and I realize that technically, I now have hair wings.

Worse than my non-flyable hair wings is how much the entire thing looks as if I'm auditioning for a role in The Flying Nun.

Even dearest Sally is all, "Dang, you look fucked up."

I know, Sally. I know.