I went and got a haircut tonight, it was quite eventful.
You get a lot of time to think while you get a haircut, even with the small talk the attempt to make.
It was funny, firstly, I thought how utterly pretentious my thoughts were1 and how absurdly stupid I can be sometimes.
Next it was about why our entire culture is based around sex. It really is! Even the songs I remember singing in primary were about some chick a wearing polkadotted swimsuit…
Then I realised that our genetic code dictates that we must procreate, so out goes any crazy thoughts.
At this point, the hairdresser asked me about NZ, the chicks there and how much haircuts were. I think he wanted to move from china?
Bleh I totally had a point to this post, and now I forgot. It’s 10pm here, so it’s 2am in NZ, so I’m dead tired. WAIT, IT’S 10? hurrr. My body clock is pretty messed up, I have no idea what time it is, at any point through the day…
Oh right, I was going to point out how I was going to talk more about my personal anecdotes on zee blog 
I’ve tried to avoid publisizing my public life because of my age, but I guess that’s fine now, or something like that…
Back to the haircut:
The dude who cut it had a pretty interesting hair cut. He was pretty chubby2 and totally had a top heavy hairdo. That totally reflected into my own haircut. I have this theory where hairdressers leave “signatures” in their work so when someone else next cuts it, they’re all like “OOH that dude cut your hair last, Pffft, noob” etc…
ANYWAYS, Without further adieu:
Arg, I hate posting pictures of myself, I’m totally anti-narccistic. Which is why I have a blog; irony, no?
Oh and I totally think this hairdo’d look good with a beard:
SIDEBURNZZZ! BEARD!!! 5 O’CLOCK SHADOW!!! KINDA…
PS. Accidentally wrote haircunt as the title. Some typo eh?
PPS. Thoroughly entertaining post, No? I think the more tired I am, the funnier my posts are…
PPPS. Mum+Auntie thinks my hair looks liek a rockettt SHWOOOOOO