Okay, So here’s the deal. I’ve had a mohawk off and on (more on than off) since I was in my mid-teens. I finally make up my mind to grow it out all the way. It was looking pretty shaggy so my mom offered to pay for a trim. We go in, and this horrible wrinkly overly tan woman with a toothless husband and a pomeranian yipyip dog starts to cut my hair. I asked for a trim. She cut it down to about an inch and ahalf all over except the back. (Leaving me with some kind of strange half hawk grown out mullet deal). I cried for a good six to seven hours in the span of a few days(Thank you birth control! yeah right..) So anyway, I went and got it fixed by someone who knows what she’s doing, but now I’m stuck with the most unfeminine crop of fuzzy go everywhere hair. I’m half tempted just to shave the sides again, but so far I’ve kept pretty strong. The (good) Hairdresser says it’s going to take about three more vissits to fix what the first lady did. I trust her a great deal, we went through and picked out a series of pictures to aim for as it grows. Blah I feel like a sissy but my head looks like it went in a garbage disposal.
