Ye Gads! I’ve got Mao’s little Red! Long-haired communist!
I should’ve stayed in bed.
The first thing I’ll do when I get paid is get a haircut. When I get hair the size of this (because it’s all natural volume, baby) it kind of curls. Must be some gene thing. But people think I’ve had it made! What? Me? Fancy haircut?! No way. The problem is that when it gets this long, I automatically start pulling it. You can see when I’ve been thinking, because there’s hair all over me and the floor. Like a dog. So I want a haircut asap. My cousin wants a car.