Trust. Hair.

OK so I have had chinese food for my evening meal so I figure it was only fair to write another blog for those whom stumble upon this little slice of headspace. I woke up a couple of days ago next to someone, well actually she was a very good friend of mine who crashes at my place quite often, and I sleep wearing a sock, sometimes a Tshirt aswell if I can't be bothered to get undressed, but thats a little more then you need to know but I'll continue anyway. So if you haven't gathered by now I'm a bit squiffy in the hair department, its long-ish, well shoulder length. I know some people think long hair looks good on a guy but the people I care for most would prefer if it wasn't as long. One of these people has offered a deal for me to shave my head. A deal that I would actually consider as well. But alas I have always found that I won't let anyone touch my hair, not touch my hair but to cut it. So I am in need off finding someone I trust enough to tackle my mane. It is actually quite hard to find someone I trust to abuse my hair, I don't like barbers or hairdressers and I used to have someone who would cut my hair and play with it and she was wonderful. It looked good, felt good and it even smelled good. And to top it off she had amazing breasts that used to fell amazing whilst she worked her magic on my hair. So if anyone has any offers then I will gratefully accept them and take them into consideration. So yeah if you fancy butchering my hair then you may but please bare in mind a stunning body is always a bonus and hey I'll even pay you for doing it.