i told the gal to leave the back and sides alone and to just trim about a half-inch from the top. i sat in the chair, she put the apron on me, grabbed her scissors, and lopped a chunk off the *back* of my head before i could even scream. too late. deed done.
kill. i wanna kill. slow. painful. eventual. death.
chop, chop. snip, snip. 20 minutes later i leave the salon looking totally butch. either that or i look just totally stoopid. as long as it's rilly rilly rilly (no, rilly) short, i may as well go all out and look like this:
oh to be young and thin again!or even just thin.
add some money to the mix and i'd be totally hot.
i'd settle for just hot.
naw... it's summer and i'm hot all the time. i gotta go chill and forget the whole mess.
peace out!

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