My hair looks like a mushroom that's been struck by lightning, so I really need to get a trim. I started letting my hair grow longer a couple of years ago...not '80s hair band long, but just a little longer & shaggier than it used to be. I guess my thought was that I needed to have a bit of an unkempt look since I already play the part of a rock musician on the weekends. However, that logic was completely flawed from the start since my fat-ass gut hangs over my belt, thus canceling out any attempt at using my hair to look cool. Any hope at hiding said gut with my bass guitar is canceled out by my double chin making a prominent appearance below my face. And this dewlap of mine is only accentuated by the fact that most of the time I'm on a stage, so the audience (and their cameras) get a good view of it from below.
The wise thing for me to do would be to lose weight. But what fun is life without pizza, chocolate chip cookies, enchiladas, & fried chicken fingers? I could simply cut back on those foods a bit & actually work out, but I'm entirely too lazy & lack willpower to do that. Besides, I exercise every day at work when I climb the stairs to get to my cube. That should count for something, right? After all, I could use the elevator instead. Maybe I'm not as lazy as I thought. Or maybe I just don't want to get stuck between the first & second floors, which the elevator is fond of doing to unsuspecting co-workers.
Yeah, so, I need a haircut.
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