Mullethead
I've been counting the days until my hair is long enough to donate. I need at least 8 to 10 inches minimum in order for one of the wiggies to take it. A bizarre memory comes to mind. It was a deep, dark secret, but it’s quite in the past and I feel the need to share…
I will never go to Supercuts. I went there once and tried to get a layered haircut. I left the store with a mullet. I was so horrified by it that I immediately went to Sears and had them chop my hair. I told them that I didn’t care what it looked like, but I wanted them to FIX it. There is no evidence or witness to this event. It lives in the area of my brain that includes stupid events in my life that I’d like to forget.
Can I laugh about it now? Maybe.
My mood: dry