Von-Trapped!!

So I got a hair cut recently.. U know.. a new look and all that.. So I walked into the hairdresser's with a sense of adventure and mild trepidation... and walked out looking unfortunately like Maria VonTrapp. Between fighting the urge to run around singing about the hills tat are alive with the sound of music and sewing matching clothes for all the neighborhood kids, I try to comfort myself saying tat looks don't really matter. But then again.. who am I kidding? Marilyn Monroe wasn't exactly known for her dissertations on the works of Kafka now was she? Sigh. However, in spite of all the bad haircuts tat cloud my past, I am confident that the perfect haircut is out there somewhere.. and when we meet, the music will swell and angels will sing 'Hallelujah' (although I could settle with Right Said Fred's 'I'm too Sexy') But until then, I shall be of good cheer. After all, hair grows.