Since I was feeling so crappy yesterday, I thought getting a haircut would make myself feel better. Wrong! You canít tell from this photo, but the stylist decided to go all artsy on me and cut layers the length of my pinky fingernail smack in the front of my head. WTF? Was he cutting it with his eyes closed? Now Iím going to have to get hair extensions, or be a hermit for a month until it grows out so I donít look like a guy. I thought finding grays were bad, but having a mullet is much worse.
I guess I should have known better than to go to a stylist for the very first time and kick back reading magazines while he chops away. Next time Iím bringing lots and lots of US Weekly celebrity haircut pics so itís clear that the haircut I want does not resemble a mullet in anyway.