Supercuts

I got a haircut a couple of days ago. Unfortunately, I barely have enough money to afford Supercuts. And Supercuts is one step above just cutting my hair myself with a dull butter knife.

The reason I hate going to Supercuts is because it's like gambling. You never know if you're going to get someone who knows what they're doing because they actually went to Haircutting School, or wherever it is haircutters go to, Haircutting Academy, I don't know... or if you're going to get someone who just fucks your hair up because they have no clue what they are doing and they are just happy to be able to make some money to support their crack habit.

It's kind of like playing craps, you walk in like, "Come on, Please let me get gay guy! Or please let me get black guy! No old white lady! AND PLEASE no ASIAN lady!!! For the love of God, NO ASIAN LADY!... Oh crap, I got the Asian Lesbian! I'm SCREWED!"

I don't know why most Asian lady's cannot cut hair. They give everyone the same 1970 Bruce Lee bowl head haircut. Is cutting hair really that hard. It's not like driving a car is involved. Haha, I'm such a hack.
Anyways, when going to Supercuts, you usually just hope for the best. You just want them to get your hair in the general ballpark of where you want it, and then you can go home and fix it up better. I'm glad only haircuts are like that and not other things like cars. Go to Pep Boys and just hope they get your car running well enough to get you home, where you can finish the job. Or go to the doctor and get him to give you just enough medicine to relieve your STD for the day and you'll finish healing it on your own at home. And yes I referred to my doctor as a him, because if I have an STD, I sure as hell don't want a female doctor to know. Who knows, she may tell her other female doctor friends and then I'm screwed when I'm at my next doctors convention hitting on female doctors.

So where was I going with this long tirade? Oh yeah, I went to Supercuts and there is a gay Mexican guy who does a great job and so I always hope for him. Unfortunately, some new lady popped out and so I had to let her cut my hair. This lady looks like she was probably once good looking, like 10 or 15 years ago, but then she ran into some bad luck or maybe rehab a few times, and so now she's kind of torn down. So now she has low self-confidence and low self-esteem. You know, the kind of girls that are just my type! Well she did a horrible job on my hair. Spent like 5 minutes cutting my hair, mostly with one hand like she was scarred to touch my head. My lice has been cleared up for 3 days now, so it was safe to touch my head. So she finishes, I get her phone number, and I head home to try and finish the job.

On another note, I realized that I've had a similar hair do for like 7 years now. I need a new look. I think the whole Ricky Martin Living La Vida Loca hair do may be a little tired now. Any suggestions on what my next look should be?