Haircuts and posthaircut thoughts
Today i got a haircut.
I like it. I do. It's short and neat, different looking then I expected.
I look like a Lesbian.
I started to think: how in the hell do i look like a Lesbian?
But then i realized it.
I look like a lesbian the same way you might look at a punk wearing a studded and patched leather jacket, unwashed ripped jeans with spiked glued up hair and think "that lad probably likes the casualties."
Or how you think that tall boy with the thick black-rimmed glasses and corduroy jacket enjoys drinking coffee and considers himself and "intellectual."
This haircut makes people stop and think when looking at me, "I bet that lady likes ladies."
I like it. I do. It's short and neat, different looking then I expected.
I look like a Lesbian.
I started to think: how in the hell do i look like a Lesbian?
But then i realized it.
I look like a lesbian the same way you might look at a punk wearing a studded and patched leather jacket, unwashed ripped jeans with spiked glued up hair and think "that lad probably likes the casualties."
Or how you think that tall boy with the thick black-rimmed glasses and corduroy jacket enjoys drinking coffee and considers himself and "intellectual."
This haircut makes people stop and think when looking at me, "I bet that lady likes ladies."