I feel like Samson (or Agassi according to Puckerman, Glee joke) after his hair was cut off. I got this new haircut and its short, real short... think Madonna-Rain kinda short, but she looks great that's the only difference. I don't know why I keep doing this, I did it once before, 'bout 8 years back, and then suddenly I go and do it again. I wish one of the Crane brothers (preferably Niles) were around to speculate on this kinda behaviour. I think I tend to take out my frustrations on my hair... things keep mounting until one day I finally snap and then before I know it my mind keeps thinking bout getting a short haircut. Its like a volcanic eruption, the thoughts don't stop until I get the damn haircut, and after that I feel miserable for a few days, cause I miss the long hair... I like the way it used to fall on my shoulders and I miss the faint earthy scent it had. Anyway, I made myself sign a written agreement that I would never do it again unless well, circumstanc...