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Saturday, 23 February 2019

Snapping

I just attacked my combover with scissors.
I have hated it since the stupid hairdresser left it on me - and now it is gone.

Four-year-old with scissors logic approach, cutting with no idea what I was doing - mostly by feel.  Such winning.  So adult.

It is a very uneven fringe, so have to remember to wear it not as a fringe.

Still in my eyes, but no longer in my mouth.

Also, I really need a better screen cover, this one makes my front camera awful with the fuzzy smokiness.
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