Last night Terrence asked me to cut his hair. This isn’t the after, this is the before… and trust me he doesn’t walk out of the house this way. I had to blow dry his hair in the direction of the growth before I began trimming. When I came around to the front of him I almost died. I was going to just keep this photo for my own personal collection, but then Terrence complained that I wasted his whole night with how slowly I was going. He kept groaning about how bored he was and whining like a girl. All this after I cut my finger open with the tips of my scissors and bled everywhere. Hmmph. Sweet revenge.

Hmm… If I gave him a uni-brow he’d almost look like a beardier Gallagher.