09.20.01 :: 12:55 pm

I like what I'm wearing today.

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?

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