I’m pretty lazy about haircuts. If my hair is anywhere in length between these two stages, then the cowlick on the top of my head makes my hair stick up like Alph-Alpha and I look 12 again… I might not mind that when I’m in my 30s so much, but now it’s a little annoying. My strategy has been to just do this every 10-12 months or so, about when my hair falls into my eyes enough that it’s annoying and people call me emo. Whatever, my GF doesn’t mind.
Randy and Glen laughing their asses off at…
My lesbian hair dew.
I could totally roll into the Lexington looking like this and no one would bat an eyelash.
And finally…
So yeah, it’s finally over. Now I don’t have the Eem-over, as Thomas so aptly titled my previous hair style… on the plus side, I won’t have to shake the water from my hair when I come up from a duckdive, and it doesn’t take forever to dry when I get out of the shower, and I could skip the initiation into the suburban white supremacy gang… JK about that one. It also won’t fall into my eyes as much. On the minus side, if you will, my head will be a little cooler. I think it was the right decision.
Here are some pics of the succulents I planted and left on my back deck like six months ago. They’re doing pretty well! The one on the right is my poor little avo plant, Carlos. He got bit my some bugs.
Here’s my stoned-ass roomate Glen… don’t worry, he won’t see this. Actually, my hair would still be all emo if it wasn’t for Glen’s Flowbee and clipper skills, so, thanks Glen.
Here’s the flickr set from our trip to Tuolumne two weeks ago. It’s so gorgeous up there right now. We’re going back Sunday night. Psyched.
Still looking for a rig… stay tuned.
i like the ones of you chiefin that water bong, hippy.
I have given this about 10 seconds of thought, but after such a long wait I’ve decided that pictures of cacti are a relatively poor substitute for a proper blog. “how about in 6 weeks…” ?? Get a grip dude. Its been like 16 weeks. That said, I do appreciate that you have dispensed with all the token apologies and/or pretense(s) of guilt.
p.s. don’t forget about Wednesday. 8am. That is an early start for the jobless. Be there or be obtuse–perhaps even limb-less. Ciao.