I shaved most of my hair Sunday afternoon. The sides are way shaved. The top is mostly the same. The insane chick at Supercuts only charged my $4.95 instead of the full $9.95 since it only took her like five minutes. I tell you this because ever since Jorge shaved my head at my 18th birthday party (or was it the 21st?) it has sort of been a tradition for me to shave my head on my birthday. It’s a kind of shaming experience for me, since my head, I’ve been told, is shaped like the inside of a toilet bowl. I really just didn’t feel like shaving it all this time. It’s not that big of a deal, though, since my hair grows faster than *insert your own, personal idea of something really fast here*.

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