I’ve been trying to get my hair cut for the last few days. I wanted the back of my head to look good while the doctor was cutting out the fat lump on my shoulder. (That’s tomorrow’s post) My regular place was closed on Thursday and on Sunday. I don’t know what’s going on there. I ended up going to a place I was a regular at a few years ago. Denise cut my hair. She was nice, but didn’t do a very good job. The sides of my head were all jaggedy. I hate to make it a race thing, but I have to say it: black women cut my hair better than white women. I’m sorry, but it had to be said.
I made this big deal about how I wanted my head to be round and not square. “No corners,” I said. Instead I get a shelf in the side of my head:
Man, I hope those jaggedy edges don’t distract the doctor when he’s scooping out your fat lump. You might lose more than you bargained for.
Apparently black women are more down with the round, so go to them. And, if you see that it’s square … why don’t you just ask them to round it off before you leave? They won’t mind. Remember, you’re paying them! In the meantime, maybe a nice little plant would look nice on your ledge head.
Heh. Brad has a ledge head. Heh.
Ledge head! Ledge head! Brad has a head ledge!
I think it’s a bowl cut!
I can’t even bring myself to look at him!