I am delirious because it is 3am and I can’t go to bed cause my hair is wet. I know you are wondering why my hair is wet at 3am. We went to a restaurant to eat with friends tonight and everything here is so smokey that I refuse to sleep with cigarette smoke hair on my clean sheets.
I don’t have anything to do so I thought I would post about what has been on my mind lately…my mullet. It is true. I have one once again! My best friend from high school cut it in December and it was a great cut. She did everything she could to turn a SUPER mullet, nasty cut into a cute stylish thing. Now…it has grown back! It is like an annoying wart that you keep picking off, but it keeps on returning bigger and nastier! Justin picked his wart on his leg, that is why I know this. He actually picked it off during church one time and set it on his leg till the end of service. I was so grossed out. Boys are gross.
Back to the important stuff. Mullets. I never thought I would have one. I am always the proud person that grew up in the 80’s and 90’s without ever having the dreaded mullet. Instead I have to deal with it in the year of 2005 and now 2006 as well. Sadness. Basically this post has no point other than that I just wanted to share with everyone that I am annoyed that I have a mullet again. I have to wear my hair in piggy or pony tails. Cute, but not very sophisticated for Paris. Oh like I am really sophisticated anyways! Please.
I am in a dilemma of whether or not I risk (for the third time) a bad haircut in Paris, or wait my mullet out till who knows when I will be in Portland again. I think I am going to have to get risky and just see if they can trim a little off the back. I will try to have Justin take a picture of my mullet so you can all see what I am talking about. Ew. I don’t like mullets. Too bad I can’t pick it off like a wart and set it on my leg. Sick. Now I am just not making sense. Goodnight. Goodnight mullet. Goodnight.