Oh yeah, got a haircut. So much for my polyamory. I like to believe that the ladies I interact with are not superficial with regards to something as trivial as a ponytail. I wasn't going to continue to let it grow out to uncomfortable lengths for the very small possibility that people would find me more desirable with long hair. Part of the reason is also because of my brother. He has long hair, GQ clothes, and a physique that would drive twinkies wild. But he is greedy, selfish, and deceptive, especially with the ladies (back in Miami, it's called cheating, not polyamory). I refuse to even look like him. Maybe I'm ranting, but a lot has been on my mind.