I gave myself a haircut tonight. Last year I bought myself an electric clipper and since then I usually alternate getting a professional cut and doing it myself. I figure I do two hack jobs in a row on my head, I might start to forget what the shape of my head is really supposed to look like. Without a second mirror, I was stumped at how to get the close clean line across the back. I ended up taking a piece of masking tape, lining it up horizontally in the mirror, and sticking it to my head. Then with the clippers, I could use the tape as a guide to get that wispy chimp hair off my neck and leave an even line. I’ll have a few coworkers check it tomorrow just to make sure it looks ok.

I got a haircut today because there wasn’t enough time to get my taxes done and still go meet up with chris to play pinball. Tomorrow, taxes, but tonight I look like freaking curious george cuz the barber I went to was wack. It was on 45th st right by lexington. Don’t get the guy with the comb-over. I should have known. I wonder if the man in the big yellow hat will claim me as a dependent this year