Saturday, November 17, 2001

Andrew doesn’t look good in an afro.

I need a damn haircut. The bush is getting way too big. I could be housing a growing family of finches in there for all I know. I wish I could get my hand on a pair of hedge trimmers and just whack off the whole damn bear rug.

How often are you supposed to get yer head trimmed anyways? Once every couple of months? Every two weeks? Take a millimeter off every other day? I need to make myself some sort of schedule. That way I can clip the monster before it gets too big.

I remember way back in like seventh grade when I had hair down to my nose. I was such a fruit. Thank God those days are over.

But I better get my hair cut before I find myself back in the fruitbasket.