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Friday, November 22, 2002


Tick Tock Tick Tock

Can you hear it? The time is ticking away on my longhaired lifestyle. Alas poor ponytail I knew ye well... but no more. Some people may find this obsession strange. This desire I have to type out my intentions for the world (or at least the three people who read this. Hi Mom) to see so that they may share in my loss of locks. So I still haven't made up my mind as to the new style. I'm just at a loss. Maybe it's the pain of losing the hair that is clouding my short haired judgment or maybe I have just spent so much time with long hair that I can't visualize a short haired me. Ah but this hair and I we've had some fun together... The beautiful thing about the late eighties? Long hair could get you going with the ladies. You didn't even have to be that attractive of a man but if you had the long hair then by God you could get yourself one of those "Rocker Babes" that dug groups like Poison and Ratt. Man did I like those girls. It had nothing to do with the music Lord knows I never listened to that crap but boy were they easy... to get along with I mean (once again Hi Mom). They were always up for anything... like where to go for dinner or what movie to see. That and they always wanted you to come home with them... cause they were proud of where they lived and all... Ok this is just getting me in trouble. Maybe if everyone is real lucky I'll post some before and after pics.... Until then...


 

Thursday, November 21, 2002


It's time for a change.

I'm cutting my hair off Saturday. There I said it. I've also posted for the whole world to see which means I have no choice. If I don't go through with it everyone will just call me a weenie and I will be the laughing stock of the web. Seriously though this is a really big step for me. I have had long hair for almost 17 years now. Unfortunately the last four or five of them God has been informing me that if I don't get a haircut then He would do it for me. So off it goes. The only question remains is how to cut it. I thought of going for that whole shaved bald Vin Deisel look. Like perhaps that might actually make me cool and I could be surrounded by beautiful women clamoring over my shaven head... But then a few things occurred to me. One I have the body of an over ripened pear. You know what I mean bigger at the bottom then the top with the occasional bruise and soft spot. Two. I have the horribly scarred, grossly misshapen head of a lobotomy victim. Three. I'm just not a pretty man. So what to do. I could kid myself and say that it's not really missing that much and get a standard short hair cut but to be honest with you the way it's retreating down each side of my head (y'know with that little landing strip in the center of my skull that looks like the nether regions of a porn star) I'm not real sure how to part it if it's short. So the dilemma begins... I can't do the comb over because I promised myself I never would yet I'm at a loss. So I guess the only logical thing to do is leave it in the hands of my stylist (which were I a woman that would be a beautician but men go to "stylists") and hope for the best.


 
 

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