If I could change something about myself, it would be my hair. Every morning, while getting ready for work, while looking at the mirror, this thought comes to mind. It's unmanagable, it won't go the the right or left. The only way to comb my hair is to apply massive amounts of gel and hair spray. The episode of Leave it To Beaver comes to mind, where the beaver puts a bunch of junk on his hair. Kim Jong Il, thinks I have bad hair.