So Last Friday my wife was out at a hair appointment, I had gotten the kids to bed and was bored. This is never a good thing. I began looking for things to do. Somehow (dont ask) I ended up in the bathroom, and I found a box of hair bleach. I think it was Garnier or something. I thought "Heck she is out doing her hair... I am going to do mine" I commenced in Bleaching my hair for about an hour then rinsed. I think I was hopeing it would be less orange. I Showed my wife my handy work when she got home, and she peomptly handed me the clippers.
I did wear it for about a day, but it itched, and was far too light. and so I went into the bathroom with the clippers. then I came back out. I knoew this wasnt exactly what she had in mind, but I thouhgt it was pretty cool... yeah maybe if i were still a teenager. cutting your own Mohawk into your hair is suprisingly more difficullr that I thought it would be. I couldnt seem to find the line to make a nice clean spike. I think it may have been against my office policy to wear my hair in such a fashiopn anyway... but I would have tried it for a day.
So back into the bathroom I went to finish what I had started. I hope it asll grows back although I see the slowly receeding line begining to form. is that bad if I am only 26? hmmm Well anyway that is the story or why I now have a bleach blonde buzz cut. My firends at work said I liooked like eminem or an inmate... or possible both.
I told them I was staring in a major motion picture and this was part of the role. hopefully they dont read this and catch on.