I bid you adieu, hairshirt. I'm not really sure why I thought I needed a hairshirt to begin with. I supposed I was fond of the idea of strolling around the house without a shirt on, but still maintaining a degree of hippy modesty.
Within the span of ten minutes or so on Saturday, my once beloved hairshirt turned into a pentecostalesque burden. So, tonight, I've an appointment for hacking. T'was fun while it lasted. Now I can say that I did it.
Commence the age old battle royale: bangs or no bangs?