Hairmet

The aging hippie that cut my hair last night really reminded me of Leo, from That '70s show. Despite looking like he was three joints away from being a complete tard, I got a pretty good haircut out of him. Too bad good haircuts only last about two weeks for me. Anything after that I start looking like Wolverine. And not in a good way.

I got caught dancing in the break room today. To a little tune in my head called "Travolta got nothin on me." It's a good thing I don't embarass easily.