Damn camera phone–it’s washed out and out of focus. You get the idea. It’s very short on the bottom/back, which feels great. The sides were crazily erratic–all different lengths (yeah, that’s what happens when you let a drunken porch-dweller cut your hair–hi Skycat!)–so now they’re close to even, though they’ve got a lot of growing out to do. Overall it wasn’t very traumatic (except for the long, awkward silences, but that’s most of my life, so not a big deal), and I’m pretty happy with it. Special thanks go out to Buttercup for patiently walking me through hair-salon-etiquette. Y’all gonna make me presentable yet.