For the past few weeks I’ve had this terrible obsession with cutting off or splitting my split ends. I’ll sit here at work with my pair of scissors & cut off my split ends during my down time. I do it at home all the time. And I actually passed it onto my sister, so sometimes you’ll catch us both doing it at the same time. I even do it a lot at school & I only realized because we had a midterm in Art History class yesterday & I knew nothing about a certain sculpture. Apparently I was on a split end high when we discussed it in class. Everyone else knew what it was, except for me. And everyone at work always makes fun of my split end disability.

So I decided I’m getting a haircut. I need to put a stop to this madness. Hopefully I won’t start picking my face or something.

(image via flickr)