The new hair

Posted: July 11, 2016 in Uncategorized
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   I am feeling very fresh. Why? Well I’m glad you asked, it’s all because of my brand new hair cut! Before I had long shaggy, heavy hair, but now I have short, light, and cool hair. I haven’t had short hair in almost a year, and it’s been killing me. My hair has been getting in my eyes, falling on my shoulders, making my face itch, and making it feel like something on me, but now I don’t have to worry about that. I will now have no worry at work, because my hair’s too short to fall into food, and I won’t have to worry about my face itching during an order. But the best part of the whole thing, is the fact that I am the one who cut it.


    I am very anal with haircuts, and will never step into a barber shop. I use to have my dad cut it, but I have grown out of his house, and now I am on my own. Also, he likes to cut my hair super short, but I no longer like having super short hair. When I moved out of his house, I tried having someone cut my hair, but they made it look like waves. I was pissed when I saw the results, so after I fixed it, I went out and bought my own clippers. Since then, I have been cutting my own hair. That way, if I mess up, I can’t blame it on anyone else and I know me better than anyone else.

    But this wasn’t always the same Blake. This Blake did like getting his hair cut, and allowed others to cut it, way back when. I was young, I was dumb, and I didn’t know what hair styles there were, but I knew that my dad always gave me a “flattop.” My dad offered to take me to the barber with him. I was young, so I told him that I would. I wasn’t planning on getting a haircut, nor did I want one. I was okay with my dad cutting my hair. I told him this, and he agreed. But after a hour of waiting in the barber shop, I was sold into getting a haircut. The barber asked “what would you want today?” I told him that I wanted a ‘flattop’ he said “okay.” After twenty minutes of this barber messing with my hair, he turned me around. My eyes were burning from the sight of this hairmess.

The flattop was too long, it didn’t seem that he cut anything off, I asked for him to cut more. He huffed and cut a little off, still not even close to what I wanted, but I knew he wasn’t going to keep cutting, so I said okay and got up. The bill was $15. $15!!!!! Are you serious! That’s a crap load of money for a shit job. I didn’t even get what I wanted. Since that day I haven’t stepped into a barber chair, I won’t either. If I’m going to pay someone that much, why not just buy the crap myself?
    That experience traumatized me, forever. I don’t want anyone touching my hair. I love every hair on my head, so why would I allow others to ruin my beauty? I say f$#k them, I’ll just do it myself. Though, I know there are great barbers, I still don’t want to have someone else to accidentally screw it up. So as you see, I cut it myself!


On other hand, I had something come in the mail, yesterday. I have been shopping on ‘wish’ and recently bought a cute little gift. If you know me, you know I like to golf. Well, I found tees that meet my personality perfect.


  Yes they are nude girl golfing tees, but they only cost me $1, so who is the real winner. Also, I can now “smash” a girl, and now get into trouble!



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