The Saturday before Christmas, I cut my hair. I hadn't cut it in five years. It had been bothering me of late. It became 'not me'. I accidentally ate too much of it. It was a pain in the ass to comb out in the morning.
I think it wasn't a coincidence that we worked Nanta just before I did it. Nanta is a transformative angel. I am thinking that if there were any other habits or things I wanted to change in my live, Nanta just may be the one to help.
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I want pictures of the non-hippy you.
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