Inspired by Sarah’s guide-to-cutting-your-own-hair post last week, I went digging in my really old and disgusting clear closet organizer thing where I knew an aging pair of shears were buried somewhere.  See, I used to have bangs, and I would always cut my bangs myself because one thing I flat-out

You might remember how I feel about completely made up neighborhoods.  I’m not gonna go into my spiel again because you can just click on that link for fuck’s sake.  But the sentiment remains the same. That being said, I’m all about excellent local businesses banding together to celebrate each