My hair...

Not TOO long ago, I had grown my hair down past my ass... Reason? Locks of Love. (Again...) When I finally had it hacked off, I was able to give a 36" ponytail, then told the stylist to go nuts... I loved the cut.
I followed this woman from various hair salons for the last few years and I won't let anyone else cut my hair (except for the times when the bangs grow out a little too long and I take the kitchen shears to them...) Nitsa is awesome and she knows that when I come in, she'll hear, "NEETS! Do the thing! I have a mop! Fix it!" I've never walked out of there disappointed.
Yeah, right now, I have the moppy thing going again and it's all sorts of different colors (black with blue, purple and pink streaks), but I'm thinking it's time to grow it out again for another donation... I can't afford to go to a salon anyway...
If you're ever in Riverside, CT and you're at a salon called J. Pierre sitting down in the chair with a woman named Nitsa, tell her I said "Hi!"