Today Vero and me grabbed two pairs of scissors and decided to get a new haircut. I’ve always wanted some kind of sidecut, ever since I cut Janna’s hair that night in Amsterdam, but everytime I made plans to finally do it I failed (Only last weekend my co-worker brought a shaving machine all the way to Bar 25 and guess what? I wasn’t there as I was home taking a nap. Oh well.) It’s kinda funny, the more exciting my life gets and the more I’m doing (more on that later), the more I get bored of myself and, luckily enough, if things are exciting I’m a lot crazier than usual and just generally care less. So I cut my hair and no, I neither broke up with someone, nor am I in  love, I was just bored.