That could only last so long. Eventually, my anxiety-driven personality features will lay waste to anything that draws their attention. This weekend, that is exactly what happened. We had initially planned for Heather to cut my hair, but I ended up cutting it the moment I got my hands on some scissors. If it seems not so bad from this angle, just trust that there is an angle at which it will seem that way.
I wish I had taken a before picture. I think living in Tokyo is actually helping me be more self-sufficient. The small inconveniences involved with doing various things drives me to just take care of them myself. Anyway, my head feels much better now. And I think having one less oil-soaked item in the apartment makes it that much more fire-safe.
PS - I wanted to post a video of me calling out for Jager bombs, but I don't know if anyone would get it. If you would, good on you.
2 comments:
Fun stories! You don't look like yourself in your post-haircut photo. The expression on your face looks like you've had plastic surgery.
Oh, that's right. I also performed my own face lift. What do you think?
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