Thursday, August 18, 2005
Irony, thy name hath changed from James to Missy
The best part about all the recent talk of mullets on my blog only gets better now that I, once again, am sporting one. I don't have any pictures yet, but when I do. OH WHEN I DO. You will all be able to revel in it with me. I went to Studio Em yesterday for a routine hair cut. I said to Missy, the new girl who was doing the deed, "I like the general shape and cut. I just want it a little shorter. Like I want this layer to be about this length when it's dry and all curled up." I thought as a hair stylist, she would understand that I wanted the rest of it to be shortened likewise, but apparently she thought I still wanted to keep a little length in the back. Furthermore, she cut the layer in the front to be the length I had specified, but she did it while it was wet, so when it dries, it is significantly shorter. So the front is a tad too short while the back is a tad too long, thus creating a tad too mullet for my taste. We'll see what happens when it dries today. Having styled it myself, it's sure to come out slightly different from how it did when Missy styled it yesterday with her 9,000 salon products. If it's still a disaster, Emily and I will have to take drastic measures with a pair of scissors tonight at our marathon hang-out/shopping/sleep-over quality time party. More to come. Including photos if necessary.
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Oh, girl, no. You march back into Missy's swivel chair and DEMAND that she fix the mullet. I think the exact wording should be-Do I LOOK like someone who wanted a mullet? Because I'm sorry if that's how I came across. I don't. So FIX it. Before I get nasty. And then glare at her with pure hatred, then smile like the southern belle you are. Aaaaaaand, scene.
MICRONESIA!!!???? what the HECK!!!???it has been too long, aparently.
c'mon-we know the mullets rock!!!! don't "fix" it! (i truly mean don't ruin it!)
c'mon-we know the mullets rock!!!! don't "fix" it! (i truly mean don't ruin it!)
by the way, that was caridad
Actually, I think we have to consult Wesley Willis on this one. What would Wesley say if he were still with us?
Perhaps: "Do something about your mullet. Get out the hair clippers, jerk."
Or maybe: "Get the rat's nest off your head. Get that crazy-ass mother off your skull. Take your ass to the barber shop. Tell the barber that you're sick of looking like an a**hole."
And then he would remind you that Insure One is the insurance supserstore.
So clearly Wesley urges you to cuhhhht thuhhhh muhhhhlllll-ehhhht. But essentially it's up to you. Because you may not want to take advice from a guy who has a habit of "whupping" up on superheroes.
Perhaps: "Do something about your mullet. Get out the hair clippers, jerk."
Or maybe: "Get the rat's nest off your head. Get that crazy-ass mother off your skull. Take your ass to the barber shop. Tell the barber that you're sick of looking like an a**hole."
And then he would remind you that Insure One is the insurance supserstore.
So clearly Wesley urges you to cuhhhht thuhhhh muhhhhlllll-ehhhht. But essentially it's up to you. Because you may not want to take advice from a guy who has a habit of "whupping" up on superheroes.