Call me Farquaad

I went back to the hairdresser's to get it cut a bit shorter (bc of course I did), and now I hate it bc this fuckass bob looks so harsh now. She cut my hair straight across instead of vertically cutting into the hair, so the ends look so blunt now. I should have spoken up but alas, I did not. Just call me Farquaad. After my haircut, I went to this tiny cafe around the corner for a coffee and croissant, which was utter perfection. I sat down and stayed a while, people-watched, and then got four macaroons on my way out. I've never tried macaroons. They were spectacular, and I can't believe I've gone through life thus far without trying one. happy dogK and I went to the park the other day and Muskoka found a soccer ball in the field. I snapped a few pics and he's never looked happier. What a little munchkin. Progress pic of my new zineBack to a simple one-page zine this week. Quiet MediaI bought the inaugural zine, Quiet Media by Charlotte Rubesa, and it arrived yesterday. So beautiful.…