Come out come out where ever you are

Lately I have noticed that my hands are down my shirt a lot.  I realize I do this both when I am alone, and at times, in public.  I am not trying to feel myself up even though I know my breasts are huge and luscious and could be fun to play with.  Instead, I am constantly looking for that little tickle that drives me crazy.   A piece of hair.  Granted I shed my hair all the time, but in the last month, I have noticed my hair stuck on my boobs/bra/peaking out of my shirt more than usual.  I guess it is time to get a haircut.  Those little suckers annoy the crap out of me and I can't rest until I get it and pull it out and throw it on the floor (is that littering?)