Haircut

When I was little, my brother decided to cut my hair. This is what I imagine it to have looked like:

What I know for sure, is he cut it REALLY short, and only about half of it short. The other half, I guess he left. The next morning I was driven to a professional hair salon to get my hair professionally cut. For the next ages, I had hair down to my ears. I didn't mind him cutting my hair though - I agreed to it. So now that my hair has grown back, and I'm not cute and pudgy any more, I can be normal. Normal, if normal is someone who many people think has a mental illness when they first meet them, has weird obsessions (especially with animals), and is still really short. Actually that seems pretty normal to me. I guess you'd have to meet me to see the weirdness that really is me. With that final weird note, I bid you farewell... :)