My Mullet
[ Myspace Message Received: Mar 10, 2008 9:21 PM ]
[ From: Your Disgustingly Hot Hapa Hottie ]
[ Subject: Byong? ]
You know I love you to death but what is going on with your hair????
Short and spiky is KILLER CUTE on you. Long and Greasy is like,
"Do you speak any Engrish and watch things other than porn??"
I've been getting a lot of flack for my hair. Understandably, me ma hates it. My sister thinks it's nasty. My dad is a just a bit secretly envious because he'd like to grow his hair out, but then my mom would leave him.
I can't say that I know anyone that likes it. I mean I have a few drunken sound bytes in my head of random folk loving the do, but the general consensus is that my hair needs to go.
I haven't cut it for months now. The last time I cut it, the chick chopped off a block. I swear the estrogen rushed into me, I almost wept.
So what's the deal with the hair?
I can't tell you. Rather, I don't want to tell you. It's no secret that I am in fact growing it out. It is out of control and people are begging me to stop it before it starts to eat little puppies.
Initially I've been telling people that I just wanted to grow it out til I was able to tie my hair. But now that I can tie my hair, it's getting harder to come up with excuses. So I'm just being honest and saying, "just cuz" - for now.
I'm not telling anyone why I'm doing it because it does two things for me. It keeps me humble. I carry my head of hair with great humility. I can be very vain with my hair. Secondly, the reason for doing this is important to me, as a matter of fact, it's very thematic, it will all make sense when I unveil why I'm doing it. The last thing I want to do is carry a flag of I'm so righteous and good. I should be doing it for all the right reasons, not to get attention or make myself look good - well metaphysically anyway. I don't want to show off that I'm doing what I'm doing. It's my own private battle and part of it is the humility in dealing with it, without having to rhyme or reason it out.
I won't lie. I hate it. I want it off, gone, I miss my short hair, the Beautiful Southern California weather is begging me to cut it and my girlfriends won't make out with me because I look hideous. I mean it's not that bad when you look at it from the front.
But you get to the back, it's bad.
Behold!
To be fair, here's the unglammed version
[ From: Your Disgustingly Hot Hapa Hottie ]
[ Subject: Byong? ]
You know I love you to death but what is going on with your hair????
Short and spiky is KILLER CUTE on you. Long and Greasy is like,
"Do you speak any Engrish and watch things other than porn??"
I've been getting a lot of flack for my hair. Understandably, me ma hates it. My sister thinks it's nasty. My dad is a just a bit secretly envious because he'd like to grow his hair out, but then my mom would leave him.
I can't say that I know anyone that likes it. I mean I have a few drunken sound bytes in my head of random folk loving the do, but the general consensus is that my hair needs to go.
I haven't cut it for months now. The last time I cut it, the chick chopped off a block. I swear the estrogen rushed into me, I almost wept.
So what's the deal with the hair?
I can't tell you. Rather, I don't want to tell you. It's no secret that I am in fact growing it out. It is out of control and people are begging me to stop it before it starts to eat little puppies.
Initially I've been telling people that I just wanted to grow it out til I was able to tie my hair. But now that I can tie my hair, it's getting harder to come up with excuses. So I'm just being honest and saying, "just cuz" - for now.
I'm not telling anyone why I'm doing it because it does two things for me. It keeps me humble. I carry my head of hair with great humility. I can be very vain with my hair. Secondly, the reason for doing this is important to me, as a matter of fact, it's very thematic, it will all make sense when I unveil why I'm doing it. The last thing I want to do is carry a flag of I'm so righteous and good. I should be doing it for all the right reasons, not to get attention or make myself look good - well metaphysically anyway. I don't want to show off that I'm doing what I'm doing. It's my own private battle and part of it is the humility in dealing with it, without having to rhyme or reason it out.
I won't lie. I hate it. I want it off, gone, I miss my short hair, the Beautiful Southern California weather is begging me to cut it and my girlfriends won't make out with me because I look hideous. I mean it's not that bad when you look at it from the front.
But you get to the back, it's bad.
Behold!
To be fair, here's the unglammed version