The people follow the sign...

Gather 'round children, for I have much knowledge' to impart.

It has come to my most august attention that I have reached what I like to call the 'Fuuuuck-ing Hellll I need a haircut' stage of my hair's haircut cycle.

How do I know this?
Simple.
At work today, no less than ten old ladies told me how beautiful my lovely curly hair is, with about four of them going on to speak of perming and even one old bat asking me the secret of keeping it so curly.

Actually... that was a pretty entertaining conversation:

Old Bat: Oh I just looove your curly hair! 
*checkout beep*
Me: Errr... thanks?
*checkout beep*
Old Bat: How do you keep it so thick and curly?
*checkout beep*
*checkout beep*
Me: Ummm... genetics... and not enought time to comb it? 

Hmmmm... what else... what else?
Oh yes, Mum nearly had a panic attack when I went BY MYSELF to pick Dad up from work today... she actually made me promise to call her once I got there.

But yes Meegasm and her beau are over tonight so I shall bid you adieu.

Thus... ADIEU.