Slap headed

Today, with all those lovely ‘roids pumping around my body, I awoke at 5.30. Since I only managed to get to sleep at 1am I did think that was a little bit tight! But I was totally alert by 6.15 and I was up and rummaging around in the drawers, because part of the reason I couldn’t sleep was I had a PILLOWFULL of hair.

It was like sleeping on the back doormat or a wire-coated retriever. Not something to recommend! So I decided I’d had it with my remaining excuse for hair and it would be going this morning, no matter how shoddy the implement to do it with. As it is, I found some trimmers (hurray!) and set to work with them set on number 6, then 3, then 1… it was a bit tricky getting the back bits but I did the best I can until I can get someone else to neaten me up – preferably take it to a grade 0. 🙂

Bald, slap headed and hairless
bald he is destined to be
bald, well tonight thank God it’s him instead of me.

Lyrics by The Darkness

Published by Alice, What's The Matter?

Introvert. Online waffler. Breast cancer fighter. Dreamer. Maybe a writer, one day...

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