Staying True to My Roots

I walked into work today and my boss practically shouts at me, "Your hair is so long!" He follows with a "Have you cut it since you've been here?" Well, yes, a quarter inch once and it was terrifying so I don't plan on cutting it again.  But he might have hinting at something.  My last service today was a couples massage and I asked the other therapist if I was looking too shaggy and should cut my hair.  His answer was a summary of Kauai fashion and he seemed to edging towards a compliment... but then he ended with, "And you look like a Viking cavewoman."  What???  *sigh* Do I look like a Viking cavewoman? There's so such thing.  I can never leave this island.

Falling back on an adolescence of Sassy magazine and grunge, I paid homage to my 15 year-old self tonight and collaged a shoebox.  Who needs nightlife?

Aloha.