[ Friday, Feb. 10, 2006 ]
[6:53 a.m.]
So, i leave tomorrow. i'm starting to feel the excitement.
But the excitement is dampered by........
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THE WORLDS WORST HAIRCUT...EVER~
That's right, i went to get my hair done up all perdy for the trip to Mexico - and i walked out with... a mullet. Yes, that's right folks. i'm wearing a mullet.
i got home and i cried for about a half hour. It's not me. It doesn't suit me at all. It's not a bad hair cut - on somebody else it might be quite cute. But i hate it. I'm wearing a hat today.
It's really more like a baby mullet. Y'know, a little bit like...uhm... Pat Benatar. Yowza!
So i'm calling my hairdresser when the salon opens and i'm going to regale him with tales of woe - such as
"i don't like it, i spent a half hour crying over it. It's not me. I don't look like this hair. Some people look like this hair, but i don't."
I decided last night that to pull of this hair i need to be:
a.) 15 years old
b.) The mom from Malcom in the Middle
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c.) a LOT more punk than i am - which is little to none.
It ruined my whole day yesterday and i can't even get excited until this calamity of a hairstyle is fixed. All i can think of is how in all the pictures of me in Mexico i'll be sporting this dashing mullet. And everytime i look back at those pictures i'll remember this horrible 'do and start to cry.
nobody wants that.
especially me.
**wish me luck**
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