On a good day I'm The Bedhead, but 99% of the time I'm The Javier Bardem, The Mullet, or The Pigtails of Desperation. I spoke too soon when I said growing out a pixie wasn't that bad...this stage is unbearable haha.
This is the last photo I allowed to exist of my head, and it was about a month ago. It was The 90s Heartthrob, but with a center part and sideburns, because I'm a fashionable adult who makes good style decisions.
I'm going to see my stylist tonight (Coco at Art & Science on Milwaukee, who is a wizard who miraculously makes me look as good as I am capable of looking every. single. time. I go to her), we'll see where that lands me. I might come out bald, which would be an improvement on my low-rent JTT haircut I'm rocking right now.