Recently, after a couple beers, Xy let it slip that she’s not really into the funky weird ponytail I’d been growing out for the last…
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In celebration of the Vernal Equinox, I’m bringing the mohawk back. Not the fauxhawk, mind you. I’m talking about the real thing, baby. Bring it…
I couldn’t take in anymore. Having hair in the summer heat just sucks. Plus, I was no longer looking my usual devilishly attractive self. So…
Eric and I are both letting our hair grow because our barbers haven’t come back since the storm. But I don’t know how long this…