A Change of Pace

I think sometimes that I cut my hair because I feel like I'm entering a new era in my life..I'm crossing a milestone of sorts..Two years ago, I let it grow out..Hell at the Catholic School amongst other factors led me to make huge lifestyle changes..When my mom passed away, I decided to give RED a try..until of course, a red headed bitch decided to stab us in the back and I wanted nothing to do with red ever again..

So here I am:


I'm 31, Joe is finally graduating from Rutgers, my public school job is working out fantastic, and summer is on it's way. Perhaps this is the doorway into the next phase of my life, which only summer will prove to tell..

Another haircut, another day:



It's only hair right? It grows back! What fun would it be otherwise?