Chop, chop.

It's come to that time of every two or so months where I have decide to have the large majority of my hair hacked off. The task its self is simple enough, make a booking, set a reminder on your phone, and hope to God that you don't forget about the appointment. 

Although, more important than remembering the appointment, I need to make a decision about what exactly I'm going to have done to my hair. I trust Ryan, my stylist, and I know he will do what is best for me and my face shape bla bla bla but I'm not sure of I wanna stick with my regular, somewhat boring, cut or whether I wanna go for something a little more adventurous. Decisions, decisions. Also, to complicate matters just a little bit more, I wanna do something Mike will like. (Oh God, that rhymed) I have been told he like the more many stuff but I don't know. Guess I'll just have to see what he suggests. Here goes nothing.