So, funny story:
I was in my sculpture class this evening, putting on a little peformance art of the body. Now, now, nothing filthy, I was just cutting my hair for the class to see. I was doing okay, they were all impressed by my ballsie ness at shaving bits of my hair into a mohawk as I usually do in the privacy of my own home. Once done with the main cutting, I hoped to do the finer detail work, realized I didnt have the no.2 clipper, but decided to go at it anyway....
It'll be even funnier when I go to work tomorrow and have to explain this.
HA!
