Today I finally manned up and went to get my first West Virginian haircut. I had been putting it off, but when the hair started going around my ears, I knew it couldn't wait any longer. So I went to the local salon, AKA Walmart. I couldn't just sit back and relax. Having a stranger massage their fingers through my locks is a terrifying experience, then snipping away, not knowing what the result would be is an uncomfortable experience.
Well, I survived, but let's just say, it doesn't look exactly right. I miss my regular hair dresser. There's nothing more comforting than what's familiar.
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