| Thought 61 December 3rd 2002 |
| I finally got my hair cut. I wanted to get a mohawk, but when I asked my mom about it, she freaked out. So I got this spikey, socially-acceptable deal instead. It's not bad... This is a pretty bad picture though.... |
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| Comments on my hair ranged from: shelby standing speechless to angelia telling me she likes it to dan rubbing my now spikey hair for payback to a young girl telling me that she liked my long hair, but she likes this too to abby throwing a fit in the hallway. The last one kind of threw me off guard. Geez. I didn't know she'd get so pissed about me cutting my hair. She's never even mentioned my hair before. Fuck that man. My mom is the only one who can tell me how to cut my hair, and soon I'll be out of the house, and that will no longer apply. |