- My ears are combed about fifty times
- I stare and read the labels of the five hair products on the counter ninety-eight times
- I tip(even though most of the barbers I encounter are dull-witted nincompoops who have just the a tiny morsel of skill)
- I distress over my hair
- I resist the urge to buy a hat that will cover both my wretched hair cut and my ridiculously large ears
- I finally decide that it doesn't look that bad
- I get sorta happy
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Senior Pictures Result in Brief Spout of Depression
When I get a hair cut the following happens:
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TV On the Radio covered that song
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