episode 117: I'm just a boy with a new haircut.

Maybe it was that I was still reeling from Tom's recent (and solid) blast, "you know fatmarc, if you ever lose your job or become homeless or anything, none of your friends will know from your appearance, so you know be sure to speak up okay?" More likely I think that it was discontent with the winter, or the last month of teasing warm temperature's and only to be blasted back from old man winter, that I decided it was time for a change.

Some how I hoped that if by sheering off some locks, I could help usher in the spring, you know kinda like the rites of spring. So in my effort to drive old man winter away I got a hair cut.

My friend Lauri, who I have known since high school cuts my hair. When I walked in I was greeted with a big hug and the question, "has it been 9 months already?" as Lauri recognized my recent cycle of 1 hair cut every 9 months, you know to cut off the dead ends. I smile and tell her no, and comment how good it is to see her.

old man winter...

Lauri directed me to one of the big breasted shampoo girls. The salon is an odd place, every employee is totally Guccied out, I can't tell if they are going clubbing or working sometimes. I guess they are selling beauty right. But here I am in my manpri's and a black sabbath t-shirt. Yeah, I got some dirty looks. The big haired type never really was my style anyway. But I digress the big breasted shampoo girl takes me by the hand sits me down in the chair and gently helps me sit back. We make small talk, she asks about my hobbies, I say I collect insects. I don't but it really doesn't matter. Instantly she gets quiet, because what would a young hot, beauty school freshness know about collecting insects. This is the desired effect. I don't want to talk, I want to relax in my own odd quietness. So she shampoos my hair. Ah yes...

Lets say that I find this experience itself worth the trip to Salon in of itself. There are few things in this life that I have found to be as decedent as having a young, big breasted woman gently massaging my head, and washing my cares out of my hair. All the while my wonderful wife, she sits just a few feet away in the lobby. Shampoo Girl gently runs her finger through my hair, gently covering all the nooks and crannies that is my skull. I feel her hands at the base of my skull, the firm rubbing is incredibly relaxing. Every trip, it's a different girl, but always the same decedent experience for me.

A lot of guys ask me, "hey hippie, why not just go the barber" my answer, "I ain't seen no buddy named Chopper or Buzz with a Barber shop pole have shampoo girls." It's that simple.

Finally, I get sat down with Lauri, who is such a good soul, and I imagine she must have a tough time fitting into the world of fake beauty that is her trade. She sticks out with a genuineness that the other women don't seem to have. We talk about our families, we talk about school, to be honest I really enjoy seeing her.

In the end I got a lot of hair chopped off. I'm pretty stoked about it, I needed that for a while, I was really tired of shopping for headbands, that would keep my hair out of my face but not look too feminine.

As Diane, my own wonderful siren of hotness, and I walk out, we notice a young worker vacuuming up the hair off the floor. She is using one of those backpack vacuums that looks like something out of Ghost Busters. Her young heaving breasts were almost jumping out of her low cut pink T-shirt. I shot an inquisitive look at Diane and said, "so you think we could get her to clean our place?" I caught a short blunt elbow in the ribs, and a cocky smile from the monkey. Really, the salon is such a decedent place.

fresh new hotness, or Amish attack? you decide.

The deluge of rain continues, silently I joked with Wes the conqueror that the first time I'll get to ride my mountain bike in a month will be Mike Kuhn's MASS relay race. Well, I'm gonna take things into my own hands today, and despite a rainy, misty day, I'm gonna head out on the hills from hell road loop, riding the gay UPS truck (by Spot brand) .

Speaking of the sweet sweetness that is the gay UPS truck, I'm gonna pick me up one of those nice carbon fiber bontrager switchblade forks that all the cool kids are riding now a days. They look sweet, and that has been a secret lust of mine for a little bit. JT bringing back sexy !? I think not, Keith Bontrager's bringing it back with this hot smoothness. Howard is the man on this one for sure.

Rest week in 2 days. 2 hard days.. Then boys and girls, it's game on.
If I can just remember how to handle a bike, I'm think I'm gonna be ready to play.

respect.
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