Getting my hair cut has always been a hateful ordeal.
After loads of procrastination, I went in for a hair-cut today.
I have to attend a social function next Sunday and I didn't want to
appear shaggy.
Thanks to an overzealous hairdresser, I've ended up with really,
really short hair *sob*
I know it is going to grow back and all that but can't
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I dread going for haircuts. And i've realised that the size of the parlour is inversely proportional to the haircut. The bigger and more 'lah-dih-dah' the parlour, the worse the haircuts.
If i had my way, i would go to the local barber...
Don't worry, your hair will grow a few milimeters by next Sunday. You can always tie them back.
As a last resort, you can wear a blonde wig and give your friends a stroke!
:D
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:p
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Hey P, it might interest you to know that I am deep in the perusal of various novels set in Blandings Castle. They have effectively taken my mind off the haircut.
BTW, i'm adding you as a friend.
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But of course, my heart belongs to Bertie...
*dreamy sigh*
Thanks, and I've added you too. Happy catcalling!
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Many many thanks for the tip. I promptly supplied myself with a round hairbrush, and it has yielded good results.
A couple of people actually complimented me on the "smart" haircut today :)
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