worst ever.

i agreed to be a "hair model" for a gay man i met at a bar. of course, i got that short cut before i left boston so there isn't so much hair to play with. i get over there, realize the makeup he is doing is a play off of clockwork orange and totally g-a-y but give the haircut a go. i love it until i realize he totally razored off half of the back and left me with a single rat tail on one side but the mullet on the other. i imagine he is italian and is sick of giving full blow mullets. i bummed about it all last night until i got home and got a good look at it. it looks better in the light, but im still not happy. atleast all the gay boys were really super funny.

i have the makeup/photoshoot to lookforward to on friday as well as fireworks and a date to the "thursday's prom."

oh also i really learned how a "pawn shop" operates from talking to matt on the phone. im having really weird anxiety about serving tonight. really its just anxiety about not making any money and not being able to afford my trip to boston. i have the ticket, i just may not be able to spend much elsewhere. i wouldnt mind being trashed for 4 days and making out a ton. can you do that for me paul?