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Ten Years Younger

I got a haircut last night.

I haven't been doing my own hair for a while. Trying to use electric clippers on yourself for a mohawk is a lot of hard work, so I've been going to one of the hair-dressers in Indooroopilly Shopping town instead. I always make sure I get one particular one (Matt) because he's enthusiastic and enjoys doing the mohawk, plus he's good at it.

So I was sitting in the chair last night, clean shaven and looking at myself in the mirror.

To mine own eyes I look about ten years younger than I used to.

I'm liking that.

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psuedonym777
Nov. 26th, 2005 01:56 am (UTC)
Huzzah! You could be my mohawked younger brother. :oP
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