After growing my hair out all summer, I decided that it was finally time to get a haircut. My hair didn't look bad long but it started getting in the way of things. For example, with each bite of food, I'd eat a little bit more of my hair. I have nothing for respect for gals and girls who can rock the long hair while managing to not eat there hair or have hair in their eyes constantly. But alas, I finally decided to get my haircut.

Here is what it looked like before:

As you can tell it was almost shoulder length and was getting everywhere. The amount of time it took just to get it to lay like I wasn't waking up from a 20 year coma was taking valuable sleeping time away from me. Also, and I don't know if you knew this, but the longer a man grows his hair out, the more he starts looking like a member from Florida Georgia Line. This is not a good thing if you aren't a member of Florida Georgia Line.

And now, drumroll, please! I don't know why I typed that as I have no idea if you are actually rolling some drums wherever you are reading this!

Here is what I look like now:

Yes, you might describe it as Bieberesque, but it works for me. You may have also noticed that I have one facial expression and I'm wearing the same shirt despite this pics being taken a week apart. I like not having to constantly swat hair out of my eyes when I'm doing stuff. Also, it's just nice to mix it up every once in a while. I appreciate you allowing me to be narcissistic and dedicate an entire blog to my current hair situation. It means a lot to me. Now, ladies, feel free to line-up! (Or don't, I'm seeing someone so that could make things weird.)