Always telling me stuff

Here I am, going to get a hair cut.

I'm not sure why, my hair seems fine in these pictures.

Maybe there was something wrong with the back.

The woman who cut my hair (Cat) told me (repeatedly) that I was not alowed to cut my own hair again.

That's a lot easier said than done.

It much easier to do a crappy job than it is to shell out the $7 and try and explain that I want it shorter but not so short that you can tell that I'm balding and that I need the haircut to be semi-professional but that I want it a little messy, because I'm not going to comb it or wash it with any regularity.