Victory is Mine!

My dear friends, I have conqured the over-powering enigma that is the hair-dresser. I've honestly been trying to work with the sham haircut I got earlier this week. I honestly couldn't. No matter how hard I tried. Let me put it this way. He gave me a mushroom cut. A freakin mushroom cut. BUT, it's not a mushroom cut to a hair dresser...to them it's a "short at the back, and i'll leave the top heavy so you can have that wet look" cut. Any way you put it...it's still a mushroom cut!

It's like shit...you could call it poop...feces...or say it's a brown lump, with a wet look.....IT'S STILL SHIT!!!

So today as I was walking in the mall, in a surprising show of courage, I went up to the hairdresser and asked the bastard to do it again.

And he did. He wasn't happy though. When he was first doing my hair--he took all this care, and love. Today he took five minutes to hack at my hair.

None-the-less my hair is finally work-able. I don't have to fuss with it, or get frustrated with it. I just have to play with it a little, and BOOM.

Back in the M-Dot on Monday