So i quit, and he wasent pissed at all, rather, he understood completly and then asked if my brother would take my job over. so i called him and started training him a couple hous later, so that all worked out quite smooth.....smooth criminal that is.

I just went to get my haircut, fucking christ, i dont think its ever been that annoying. Everything, EVERYTHING, she did she had to explain to me what i was doing. "okay well im just going to pull back and shave up, it gets closer" i heard "just got to make sure its even" about.....roughly 700 fucking times, its a fucking hair cut, and yes i KNOW MY HAIR IS FUCKING THICK, i dont need to hear how you cant believe how thick it is every second sentance. And she was chewing gum the whole time with her mouth open. I never though it was going to end, and then she was like "i love styling hair we're going to play with yours, gawd your hair is thick" she then continued to tell me that i gotta make my hair weird cause of my "Funky" earings. Qu'est que FUCK! Finally it was fucking over. im never cutting my hair again, im just going to burn it off ever 3 months just so i dont run the chance of having that happen again.

On a side note i was working with my brother last night, and he told me a little story about my other brother that lives with my dad.
Apparantly: Karson got suspended from school. why would a 7 year old get suspended? for running past the teacher and slapping her ass on the way by. what a little ass pirate
Then: Karson was told to come downstairs to say good bye to some of my fathers friends. Goodbye turned into giving one of them the K.O. treatmen by throwing a fucking shoe at him. the kid actually chucked a shoe and knocked out a grown man. that kid is gonna grow up to be a serial killer. but i love the little fucker.