There is nothing more high octane than grabbing the kitchen scissors in an emotional state and muttering ‘Fuck it’ while you attempt to follow a Brad Mondo YouTube video on your phone, only to give up watching half way through and go rogue.
Could I pay a professional to fix this mess? Sure, but in a month when my uneven bangs finally grow out to an awkward length, I get to have the thrill of another emotionally charged snip-session.
There is no higher high than spontaneously deciding to take a pair of dirty kitchen shears to a finger sectioned chunk of hair that you’re hastily holding between your eyes and just blindly cutting off an inch while your Uber driver waits for you outside. My motto is “how bad could it look?” Let go, let god. I’m so impatient when it comes to my appearance. You think I’m waiting for a professional to cut this hair when I literally need it cut right this moment or else I’ll die? No. Paying for a haircut might be a scam I’ve decided.
i think it’s good to practice at least yearly. it’s humbling and after the panic and maybe tears you’ll realize it really doesn’t matter and maybe it’ll come out cool if you stick with it
Actually so easy and so fun. Buy some CDs from the thrift store and rip the songs onto your computer (no idea what I am going to do with the rips though)
I was honestly unsure of how I felt about this book the first time I read it, but knew it was something special. I pick it up and reread it every few months (it is only 150p so a quick read) and I gain something new every time I do. I want to recommend this book to people I know but I am afraid they won't like it
