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EDIT:
Apologies to echo and all other parties who were concerned. I really didn't mean to be a jerk. After so long, cutting off my dreadies really did, kinda to my surprise, make me a teary-eyed drama-pants incapable of leaving my house unless it was to go to a salon and fix the post-dread mess that was my head.

S4, on the other hand, posted his reply completely meaning to lead people to think we'd broken up while I was in the shower. I was still dripping in a towel and didn't know what he'd written when I already had really confusing supportive phone calls coming in from my super-awesome friends. While admittedly, I found this pretty freaking hilarious, I was still upset about my weird, poofy, non-dreaded, non-fixed-by-a-salon-yet hair and didn't wanna talk about it, so I just deleted the whole post, which, of course, by the laws of lj-drama, just made things a lot worse.

So! Never fear, S4 and I are perfectly fine. (Except for the weepy mess that was made when he tried to make me feel better by reminding me how I could wear hats again, now. Yeah, Smooooth.)

So yeah. Uhm. It feels really weird. I'm still kinda freaked out and not really sure what to think. I bought "product" today, and that plus my salon visit was my reintroduction, save the DIY bleach and dye, to a bewildering world of consumerism that I'd voluntarily and happily spared myself for the last decade or two. So thank you very much for the flood of OMFGit'sthesupercutesthaircutEVAR comments, it's making me feel better. This has been a rather humbling venture into uncomfortably girly territory, which is pretty humorously ironic considering I haven't had a haircut this butch since first grade.

Love,

Spacebug