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Today I booked a haircut. I know it’s time to get a haircut when I start looking like Cousin It (FROM THE ADDAMS FAMILY IN CASE YOU DIDN’T KNOW). I booked this haircut with my sister’s hairdresser because she says she’s super good. Plus she works from her house which is good because my normal hairdresser is in a shopping centre and sometimes people look at me while I get my haircut and I hate that.

Another thing I hate is when hairdresser’s talk to me. It’s not because I hate people, I mean, I do, but it’s because they always talk about things I hate. This is always how the conversation with hairdresser’s goes:

Hairdresser: Going out this weekend?

Me: No

Hairdresser: Why not?

Me: I don’t like people

Hairdresser: Oh. So do you still go to school?

Me: No. I’m 21

Hairdresser: Do you work?

Me: No

Hairdresser: So what do you do all day

Me: Internet

Hairdresser: Oh

And then there’s silence for the rest of the haircut. I know from that you’ll probably think I’m rude, but they never talk about ANYTHING I want to. If they started talking about iOS5 or the DC comics reboot I’d be all over that shit. There should be a salon for sad nerds. Someone get on that.

I’ll end this blog with a joke I was going to post today but didn’t because I wasn’t sure if any lesbians followed me

What do you call a hot lesbian? Trick question, there’s no such thing

BYE!