CUT THAT MAN RIGHT OUT OF YOUR HAIR

In the least surprising news of the year: I cut my hair. A modern pixie. Maura Tierney/Halle Berry/Moreena Baccarin-ish.


As for the title, the only man who does get in my hair is my daddy, and he is impossible to cut out. I just thought it was something fun. And that song is going to be stuck in my head for the rest of the day.


Pictures later.