Ear Status: Lowered

I got a haircut today...in fact, I got 'em ALL cut.

Last time around I just buzzed it down and let the magic of hair growth do the rest. In the here and now, however, with charm-based work as a waiter rapidly approaching, I needed to get to the hygenic-yet-stylish micro-fro right away, without the intermediate skinhead/snakehandler buzz-cut look. My solution? I brought in a grad picture to Cost Cutters, got lucky and snagged the bustling managerial-looking veteran stylist, and got a passable trim. It does resemble my hair in my grad photos, as exemplified by this inspirational image:

Man, would you look at the ivory column of a neck?

Ideally, this coiffure should be short enough to avoid any health code violations, yet long enough to get the mad tipz from the old women who say "I would KILL for hair like that!"


P.S.: Green Day is an okay band.

P.P.S.: Mr. Kubas, look at this photo. Look at the lost young man to your left. Look at the then chipper, nowadays downcast young woman on your left.

From left to right: Koreann Martin, a taxidermied bohemian, Max Kuehn

Come back to us, Kubassi. How ya gonna turn down a face like that?