i am happy. wait a minute, correction. i am SO happy that i get my hair cut today. it is one of my favorite things to do. i do it on a regular basis nowadays since i wear my hair pretty short. when week 5 or 6 rolls around, my hair starts looking a little kooked and i can no longer roll right out of bed and look as if style i'm rocking is intentional. nope. by the 5th week, that possibility is long gone.
this month, i foolishly decided to try to stretch my appointment into week 6. stupid. week 6 is insane! this morning i look like one of those boys in elementary school with the weird, slept-on hair. you know the type...the boys with the older mom and and a weird dad. they usually wore thick, coke-bottle glasses and sweatpants every day and had a strange walk. they read encyclopedias and always had crusty stuff on their faces. i'm convinced these dudes are billionaires now. they're out there designing our future through their computers right this very moment...either that or still living with their moms. maybe both.
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