Over the past couple weeks, I’ve been toying around with a few personal changes.  They vary in terms of practicality and probability, but one that was a no-brainer was a haircut.  I wanted something somewhat drastic, but I didn’t want to go short like I usually do when I take control of my hair.  So, fueled by inspiration from my favorite movie of 2009, I went with some Zooey Deschanel bangs, or fringe as they’re known in the UK.  I consulted my brother’s wife, Amy, who works in a salon in LA.  She encouraged me to go for it and to try side sweepy bangs if I was feeling hesitant.  Well, I decided I wasn’t going to be a Timid Teresa anymore so I went all out.  

I love ’em.  I may never go back.