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I’ve had my hair cut. So when you see me, that’s what’s different. Or I might be wearing my new shirt. Either way, I’ve had my hair cut, and it’s shorter and odder than I’m use to, so don’t laugh! There are no pictures, but that’s because I’m trying to get out of the habit of taking self-portraits!

It was cut by a girl called…I forget, but she works at Peppers in Nottingham…not the one near The Works, but the other one. She was alright, but was far too distracted by some handsome fellow for my liking. When you’re cutting someone’s hair, that’s all you do! You don’t look around and flirt with strangers. You’ve got scissors near my eyes, for goodness sakes! I’ve been cut before, and as with most cuts, it hurt! Losing an eye is also not what I came here to do.

Anywho, it cost me more than I wanted to pay and if I could go back and do it differently, I would! I hate getting my hair cut! Someone who knows me needs to come up with a cool style for me. Bare in mind all of my hobbies, interests, and oddly large head! Oh, and don’t forget the big ears or the bit of skull that juts out the back of my head!

Maybe a different colour would make it better. Basically, to descibe it, it’s shaved at the sides and is longer (but not long) on the top and down the back. I asked for a funky hair cut, so that’s what it must be! To me, though, I look like Jim Carey in that film where he has a split personality. That was a bad film, a bad hair cut, and too bad for me to resemble!

I’m going out to get drunk!