Every day it’s the same fight. It’s like a power struggle and some days I win and some days I just give up. You always have this way of wanting to step out of the norm, not conform and just get in line. One of these days I’m going to just cut you off and leave you in a heaping pile on the floor, all droopy and pathetic. What will you do then?
Anyway, maybe I’d look good with a pixie cut.