Wut.

My hair is fixed! I went to the beauty school on El Camino, where they cut for super cheap and shampoo your head for dozens of minutes. Funny how beauty school cost me seven dollars to fix what Supercuts cost me twenty to ruin. My hairdresser was a gal named Gloria who sounded like she was practicing conversational English phrases she learned from a tape and she made my head look

SO















MUCH














BETTER















Despite being a tad Bieber-esque, I'm happy with it.

And fear not, loyal reader! The lesbian-permahelmet of yore lives on in photographs!















and














and, because sometimes I'm ridiculous...





























Yup.