So I needed a haircut, but I only wanted about three inches cut off the front, the mullet removed from the back, and the rest to be thinned out. I thought that I did a good job of communicating this to the hairstylist. I even remember being proud of myself for the quality of my instructions. Then I looked into the mirror and all of my hair was gone. Whoops.
Well. I don't think I'll ever be getting my hair cut on this continent again.
2 comments:
man, remember that one haircut...the one a friend gave you?
aahaha yessssssss
how amazing was that haircut?
i'm so glad we got to enjoy it together. that was a funny summer.
2003 was unpleasant at the time, but in retrospect it was a fantastic year.
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