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September 5th, 2004
Wow, I am pretty exhausted.
I spent the last 6 hours or so working on various parts of the site, the bulletin board most of all. I think it looks much better now, and I finally got the avatar system working. Time well spent, but now I’m spent.
So I got a haircut. My mother decided to make an appointment for me at Kopy Kats in Berkley. First off, going to this place is quite possibly the most emasculating thing a guy can do. I was probably the only person in the place under 30, and definitely the only person who was attracted to women. I walked in and I could see all the little old ladies look up from their magazines, heads full of tin foil, and think “he doesn’t look like the gay.” Indeed I didn’t, at least not when I walked in there. I sat down with some lady with a slovic accent and told her I simply wanted a trim, short on the sides, a little length on top. She then asked me the following . . . “so I’ll be using the #2 then?” It took me a second to realize she was referring to the clippers she was going to use on my hair. The thing that knocked me out was that she asked me as if I sold the damn things, and I new exactly what the number 2 was. So I said sure. That I think was the mistake.
I now have what could be considered a two week old Marine hair cut. It is the shortest it has been since probably birth. I’m just hoping my hair grows out a little bit before next Wednesday when I have another interview. I have been trying to avoid leaving the house, and I have to resort to the old Detroit Tigers Cap again. well anyway, this is probably more than anyone should know about my hair. Ill have a new sketch for you next time, no energy to upload one right now. Enjoy the new forum.
Pat
