I'm a fiend when I get a pair of scissors in my hand. I chop at my fringe and then I decide to hack at the rest. The cut looks good for about an hour until I realised the scissors I used were as good as the crinkly ones they use on play school and now my head is an uneven prickle factory.
A word of warning: STAY AWAY FROM SCISSORS
Go to a hairdresser who charges way too much and presses their boobs against your face and talks about thier stupid new apartment and dog with you. Either that or get a talented friend to do it or something.
Otherwise you could end up like our friend from The Human League here.
2 comments:
i always hated when hairdressers asked me what school i went to and then they'd rack their brains to think if they knew anyone there. "do you know Mark Stevens? He's like in year 11 this year I think, do you know him?" NO BITCH!
thats my hair!
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