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i have to admit it, my hair is dry. summer seems to be just as hard on it as winter, but let's not forget that i've been torturing it with bleach for several months. that last bit is probably making it worse, despite my efforts to douse it with rich treatments that will make it forgive me. i'm kind of an abusive hair owner and i'm sure that when it comes to its senses, it'll leave me.

but the fact is that my hair feels like this every summer, mostly because it's very, very thick despite my cruelty. it was a very hot summer day last year that made me decide that i needed to get rid of a lot of hair immediately, which was what prompted me to ask dom to help me cut my own hair. in fact, i've now gone close to two years without visiting a hair dresser for any reason.

this week, however, with the 30c degree temperatures and dry breezes, have really tested my resolve. i wasn't particularly jonesing to have my hair short again [although that always remains a possibility], but something had to be done.

this left me with two options:

1. i could just go to the hair dresser like a normal person or

2. i could try cutting some layers into my hair with the scary-looking cat grooming tool.

what could possibly go wrong?

we all know i wouldn't be writing a blog post about it if i hadn't done something weird.

and you know what? it worked! the dead bits of my hair came right out, so it feels better and, of course lighter. but the weird thing is, the layers i cut into it actually seem to make it sit better against my head.

and all it cost me was the small amount of blood i lost when i pointed the blades the wrong way! i mean, even places that pay for blood only pay by the pint, so a small trickle of blood that i was able to stop with cold water has to be maximum 10 cents, right? that's the cheapest trim ever! [well, really, it's about equal to the first time dom and i cut my hair, when i also nicked a finger and bled for the cause.]

so it's probably just a little more painful than going to the hairdresser, but i've saved enough money to buy some kick ass bandaids. and, of course, i feel ok about my hair again.

so, kids, remember, it's never a bad idea to get creative with sharp objects. never.

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