Alaska.

I need a haircut. Badly. My hair is starting to look like a cross between Hurley's from Lost and the lady from Dilbert:

Hair.

How come when you have a hair on your body somewhere it is the most annoying feeling in the world? One strand of hair is so small and little and it drives me crazy. I have no idea why I can even feel the stupid hair, but I do. Then I MUST find the hair and destroy it immediately, but of course it's so fucking small I can't grab it and I end up in some asshole position like with my elbow behind my head and frantically picking at my shirt sleeves.