I’ve always had the most fantastic taste in mens shoes. Boy have I owned some nice pairs in the past. I remember criticizing my former boss’s new pair of shoes once, he had spent $600 on them and I didn’t like the pointed up toes. It was the first time he wore than and after ten minutes of me pointing out their flaws he took them off and threw them out because he knew that my criticizms were valid. Pity he only has size eight feet, if they were size ten I have some pants that would have gone so well with them.

Hair on the other hand, while I can appreciate other people’s hair, and find it a very attractive feature when done well, when it comes to my own it always ends up being the same: some sort of disaster. No hair cut looks good on me. I have a cow lick in my fring on the right hand side and as soon as it gets any sort of length it will curl up at the front, sides and back. Further more, I find that my hairstyles range from disaster to mediocre. So it is always with some tredidation that I get my hair cut, no matter where I go and what I ask for. Wish me luck as I go and spend more money than I do on a weeks rent to try and get my hair cut (perhaps even coloured).

Wish me luck!

Listening to: Bodyrox: Yeah Yeah

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Written by Adrian on 18.04.07 at 9:31 pm.