Day 57
Today I went to a wedding. It was the first wedding that I have been even tempted to cry at (excluding mine.
Also today my haircut seems to make a considerable amount of older males think that if they point their finger guns at me, wink and mumble "ayyyeaaeayy?" I will be impressed. And yes it is the hair cut. They never used to do this. No its not a compliment. Ayyyeaaeayy roughly translated into English is "you look like a dirty whore pickle".
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