When I was in high school, I knew a girl named Stacey who had ear-length red hair that she liked to flip dramatically out of her eyes on occassion. Ok, it was more like every 5 minutes seconds. In any case, she came to school one day and told us that she had developed a mild form of whiplash from the constant head tossing. I giggled a bit audibly, but inside I was laughing hysterically. And to be honest, I've been laughing at her ever since then.

I'm not laughing any more, though. At least, I'm not laughing at her any more. Remember the neck pain? That happened because ... you guessed it ... I was flipping my hair out of my eyes. Granted, I don't do it as often as she did, but I have more hair and it take more force to move it. So here I am, unable to throw my head back and laugh because I've been injured by my vanity. Literally. Physically. Injured. By my hair.

Now it's pulled back into a strict ponytail to prevent further head flipping (it's always hard when a habit hurts, 'cause ... well, it's a habit!), and I hate having my hair pulled back for days on end. Poor me. Maybe I should just shave it all off. That's the ticket.