Oops, I did it again
I've never had to shave the back of my neck before, because it's never been bare. It's an odd sort of thing. I feel like I have razorburn back there. It's vaguely amusing. Against good judgment and good taste, I decided to take a hacking to that which I hold dear.
It started as a normal workday. I got off around 2 and headed down the strip mall to the follicle guillotine. I picked a photo out of the Big Book of Beautiful People and the snippers got right to work. The woman who washed my hair was clumsy and got it all in my ears and down my back. I was thankful that this wasn't the lady who would likely be cutting my hair.
But she was, and I started to sweat a bit. Oh noes, I thought! Oh noes, I thought again, when this psychotic lady kept nipping my neck with the scissors. Oh noes! I thought when I realized I'd go to prison for murdering her. So I just sat there and let life play out how it would
Hair is an extremely important part of self-image. To men also, but women have a horrible time if their puff up top isn't exactly right. You've heard of nesting mothers, right? Well, we females nest all year round, and we carry ours with us wherever we go - right on top of our heads. With that sentiment, lend me a kind paw of support at my demonstration of bravery into this step of the unknown!
Or just point and laugh like I did the first time.
Or point and cry. Yeah, I know a few people who will.
The emotions:
Desperation, Frustration, Hesitation, Slack-jawed retardation, Intimidation, Confrontation, Mortification, Intent to kill...
... then after a little while, the two of us had a talk and we decided that an endless struggle of life and death would not do at all for follicler and folliclee, so we trumped up a compromise. It would sit there and I would tolerate it.
We have come to terms.
A new day, a new experience.
*poot*
It started as a normal workday. I got off around 2 and headed down the strip mall to the follicle guillotine. I picked a photo out of the Big Book of Beautiful People and the snippers got right to work. The woman who washed my hair was clumsy and got it all in my ears and down my back. I was thankful that this wasn't the lady who would likely be cutting my hair.
But she was, and I started to sweat a bit. Oh noes, I thought! Oh noes, I thought again, when this psychotic lady kept nipping my neck with the scissors. Oh noes! I thought when I realized I'd go to prison for murdering her. So I just sat there and let life play out how it would
Hair is an extremely important part of self-image. To men also, but women have a horrible time if their puff up top isn't exactly right. You've heard of nesting mothers, right? Well, we females nest all year round, and we carry ours with us wherever we go - right on top of our heads. With that sentiment, lend me a kind paw of support at my demonstration of bravery into this step of the unknown!
Or just point and laugh like I did the first time.
Or point and cry. Yeah, I know a few people who will.
The emotions:
Desperation, Frustration, Hesitation, Slack-jawed retardation, Intimidation, Confrontation, Mortification, Intent to kill...
... then after a little while, the two of us had a talk and we decided that an endless struggle of life and death would not do at all for follicler and folliclee, so we trumped up a compromise. It would sit there and I would tolerate it.
We have come to terms.
A new day, a new experience.
*poot*