...can you keep up?...

Jimmy Phuon is my new lover. He took to my head with his man hands and his scissors, his Catwalk products and Babyliss iron and left me with a slick, straight, long cut with edgy layers throughout. Like a model, no word of a lie.

He is clearly with the talent. Also, with the providence because on my way home from seeing him, I walked past my ex and his girlfriend who both looked their usual dirty hick. Today has loved me more than I can even give words too.

I don't want to write anymore. I'm going to go eat dinner, and maybe back to the mirror to look at my hair.