He's out of his mind

After I got ready today I stood in the mirror looking at my long bangs with such hatred. My heart mildly breaks every time I have too look at them.

They have been bugged me something fierce for weeks now.

I try not to bug Liz with my hair woes too often, so I have been trying to live with them.

But today I couldn't stand it any more, and cut them with my kitchen scissors.

I don't think I am going crazy, or anything good like that.

It was a sheer act of desperation, and all I had to work with was either sewing or kitchen scissors, and the kitchen scissors were closer.

They look fine, but I think Liz needs to do some damage control.

L