Wow, this bad haircut has been a catalyst for a lot of extra-profane venting - it's like it triggered all my anger and resentment on so many issues. That's how much a bad haircut can affect a woman's psyche. But you know, I've slept very well the past couple of nights, no weird dreams, no waking at 3 a.m., I fall asleep instantly and sleep through the night. Such is the value of a good spleen-venting. I seriously think there would be less need for depression medication if women felt more free to express their negative emotions instead of being conditioned to be happy and sweet and nice and put a positive spin on things. Nice Girls don't scream "Fuck This!" but they should. I have never been a Really Nice Girl but right now I don't feel like being nice at all, so those who are offended perhaps should avoid reading, because I'm feeling quite uncensored right now.

May my former hair stylist get a painful rash on his most sensitive body part, and may it linger until my hair grows out.