So I went to get my hair cut last night after work. This shouldn’t be any big deal–I’ve had the same basic cut for years, but then I ran into the Demon Barber of G***t C***s and it’s kind of a big deal now. I’d rank it in my top five worst ever haircuts, though it doesn’t come close to the absolute worst ever. And no, I won’t go back to get it fixed–if you butcher me once, you’ll butcher me twice. Also, there’s not that much left to monkey with, so I’ll just live with it. A couple weeks from now it won’t be so bad. Right?
I’m going to make the best of it, though, and don’t be surprised if you hear me singing this today: