If I’d have left it up to your mother, you’d have ended up in a hell-hole like this, just lying around, never working, without a care in your head full of long, luxurious, hippie hair. The Simpsons, ‘D’oh in’ the wind’.
I just spent as long in the shower as a teenage boy. No, I was not fiddling my faddle, rather I was flushing out my follicles.
This, after spending a damn near eighty dollars on products to undo the damage done by the supermarket shampoo and conditioner. Given my current deficit in the job department it seemed prudent to cut back on luxuries, vis-à-vis* expensive hair cleansers and conditioners. Yes, when you buy salon brands it is not Shampoo, its Hair Cleansing Cream – and yes, the capitalization is necessary you follicular philistine! I initially thought I was so savvy for purchasing my supermarket brands, doing the right thing financially and what not, until that is they decided to pillage, plunder and rape their way across my scalp. After one wash I ended up with this sticky, waxy build up that was impenetrable to water. Impenetrable to water is not a good feature in what is essentially a water-soluble hair product.
I’m not precious about my hair. Although the above probably has you begging to differ, but really I’m not. I haven’t had a hair cut in almost 2 years, but I am biting the bullet this Sunday. Trust me, I got enough hairdresser side-eye when I mentioned the last hair cut I had was in 2010, never mind if I show up with some mysterious gunk clogging up my roots, hence the slightly manic hair washing calisthenics I did tonight. Wish me luck for on Sunday my long, luxurious hippie hair shall be no more.
The lying around and never working shall remain intact.
*I just went to Yahoo! Answers to confirm both the spelling and use of this term. It is something that I would have no compunction** dropping into a sentence verbally, but written down I wasn’t so confident. The bottom answer seemed legit.
**Also just did the same thing for the word compunction. I’m on a roll, or is role? Forget it, you decide, I can’t spend all night googling.
I shall join you with the Bald Movement should Sundays haircut go pear shaped.