The Boomerang Effect

I got a haircut. A mullet.

You read that right. An accidental mullet, but a clear mullet nonetheless. It’s some kind of karmic punishment for making fun of them in an earlier thread. Next thing you know I’ll be forced to attend a concert full of embittered teenage oboists who throw tomatoes at me while they play Vivaldi’s Oboe Concerto in A Minor. JUST KEEP IT COMING WORLD.

I’m trying to write about it, but it’s more difficult than I thought. I’m pissed. It’s only HAIR after all, but it’s easy to say that when you don’t have a head full of bobby pins holding your misguided tresses into some sort of bun-like shape on the back of your head that more resembles a mangled starfish than a hairstyle.

I’m trying. Bear with me. It’s a good one.

1 comment April 3rd, 2005