allright. got some ideas from other people's blogs.
tony mentions work finding out about blogs compared to mom finding out about blogs. freaking gee whiz, if my job found out about my blog, i'd be toast. would that be a bad thing? i don't know. my blog keeps popping up in people's google searches. all i need is one of my bosses clicking away online and stumbling onto my crap. whoo hoo, what a field day that would be. oh well, what the hell do i care? perhaps i should care, however, if the troopers stumble on while doing my background check. hmmm.
and then....i'm sorta in the same situation as kristin. there's this barber shop i've been going to now for about a year and a half. it's got like 8 barbers. a real guy's place. if you want highlights and shit, then go to the salon. if you want a shitty-and-uneven-we-can't-cut-mens-hair-even-though-we-say-we-can-type haircut, go to supercuts. if you want a real man's haircut that doesn't suck, you go to this place i go to. and i've been getting haircuts from the same guy--let's call him innievay (pig latin translator)--since i've been going there. he does a great job. that's why i have him do it. BUT...one day i went in there, and innievay was on vacation. crap. so i go to the guy next to him. let's call him anthonyway. cuz that's his real name. the guy cuts my hair like a champ and it is the best damn haircut i've ever had. even better, it lasted for a freaking month instead of 2-3 weeks. but now you know the problem--if i want these same great haircuts, i have to break up my relationship with innievay and go to anthonyway, which, as i mentioned, is THE CHAIR RIGHT NEXT TO INNIEVAY. how can i do that? that's like breaking up with your girlfriend and dating her sister. or her mom. you just don't do that. but i can't wait for innievay to go on vacation all the time. i can't stalk innievay and sneak in when he's on lunch. what do i do? i mean, a good haircut comes first. i let anthonyway in on this dilemma and he said he'd be my backup for when innievay's gone and stuff. i'm getting a haircut tomorrow. i wonder when innievay's going on lunch break? hmmm.... man, this makes me feel like such a cold, dirty bastard.
