smacky and bucky

Lordy, do I need a haircut. I wait forever between haircuts, like maybe once every six weeks. It's not a money saving plan, because I go to a barbershop down the street for $12. The place has six barbers, three male, three female, all Vietnamese. I think all of them have taken a swipe at my head at one time or another, because for $12, I'm not exactly picky about which one does it. The male barbers talk to you more, but I can take or leave small talk anyway, so it's fine by me. My wife would prefer if I went more often. She says it's too drastic a change. I wait six weeks until my hair is all bushy and wavy, then boom(!) it's short again. I won't even talk about shaving. I hate shaving. I do it every (week)day because I don't want to look like I've been on a drinking binge the night before and didn't make it home. Shaving is a pain. (Yeah yeah, ladies, you don't have to mention armpits and legs...I know. But in the winter, you can go days without shaving anything. I don't have that luxury.)

Last night we caught the end of some design show, and they were redoing a dormroom for this guy. They installed a mirror on the other side of the small room that ran horizontally the length of the bed. Ick. The last thing a college guy needs is a full length mirror across from he bed. When they did the "final reveal" I said "Great, now he can watch himself masturbate," and my wife responded that women would get freaked out if they went back to his room after a first date and saw a mirror running the length of the bed.