Androgynous Now

I finally trimmed up my shaggy mop top mess of hair (which you've never seen before, thankfully). 

Did I ever tell you that I'm in love with my new hair stylist? I got switched to this new girl since my usual stylist is off until next week, but I actually love my replacement. Her favorite movie is Fight Club, and her dog's name is Tyler Durden (funny, because it's a chinese fighting dog). She also liked the Avengers, as did I,  and has a really cool sleeve (in the tattoo sense, I mean.) She's just so cool, and I like her a lot more than my last stylist.

I kind of look like a boy, but that's perfectly alright. Androgyny is a good look on me, I find.

On another note, I'm thinking I should get my ears pierced now that you can finally see them. I might even stretch them, just a little, because I don't know about you but I think spacers are like, the coolest freaking things ever. 

(I also really hope you picked up on the joke in the title. Androgynous Now, Apocalypse Now? No? Ok...)