peeled

I put a box of heavy duty chemicals in my hair today, and now it's all sexy and straight. My hair hasn't been even vaguely straight since grade school. I love it, but now I seriously need a cut. I've got some scary mullet action happening back there. It's so much longer now, or at least seems that way.

All I need to do now is find a new hairdresser. The guy in my neighborhood is really good, but I think he'll hurt me if he knows I killed the curls. I almost let my roomate do it, but even half a bottle of southern comfort couldn't make that seem like a good idea

Then again, maybe I'll keep the mullet and go to the monster truck rally instead. I could meet a hot cougar in a Budweiser shirt and acid washed jeans. We'd have matching mullets, fall in love, get hitched and have eight kids (Cletus, Billy-jo, Stu, Tipper, Ashanti, Englebert, Otis and Adam Jr.). Yes, life would be good.

I didn't know that the Spring was pretty until today.

Today is minty fresh.