I was four months overdue for a haircut, so with a little advice from my Twitter buds, I found myself at Floyd’s 99 Barbershop today. I asked Bethany to cut it short, and she did. Although perhaps I should go shorter on the sides? You tell me! (And also tell me how to take self-portraits somewhere besides the unforgiving yellow walls and fluorescent lighting of my bathroom.)
I am saving you all from the “come hither” pose I did. It looked too much like “I just ate a bad burrito” instead.