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The Worst Haircut

I'm fairly certain that I just received the worst hair cut in the world. The stylist who cut my hair didn't have one of those fancy Cosmotologist certificates, which had me slightly worried. But really what do those add up to? Evidently, it adds up to a good haircut that doesn't hurt while you're getting it. Ugh, I think she was on cocaine. There was nothing pleasant about the trip and the entire experience just wanted to make me go get a $40 haircut at the fancy saloon downtoen 'cause I know they'll do a good job.

Also, there is a fan coming out of my head...that happens sometimes. Subsequently, nudity and my house go together like mac and cheese. Don't judge me. Just be thankful I didn't give you the portrait version.