09.20.01 :: 12:55 pm
Small, good things.
Pocketing the $100 bucks my mother just gave me to get a haircut would be wrong, wrong, wrong, so very wrong.
And given the amount of horrible karma circling the globe at this very second, I will not risk it.
Haircut tomorrow. No bones about it.
Now if only I could convince My Boy that he needs one, too. That little wondrous gangstaslacker of supreme joy looks like twenty bazillion bucks when his hair's all abyssinian-guinea-pig tufts sticking out around like a halo, post haircut & messed up. My heart. You see where I'm at?