When I was young my impulses were removed. It was a surprisingly simple outpatient procedure. I pride myself on not being impulsive. There is, however, one area of my life where I am as impulsive as Houston is crappy: haircuts. When I want a dome makeover, I want it
NOW, which usually results in a self-performed hack job. This morning, as I'm enjoying coffee and
George Winston, I got the urge and nearly went Edward Scissorhands with my roommate's beard-trimmer. Luckily my roommate has neither a beard nor a trimmer, so I still have cabeza fuzz .
Future Reading-
How Life Imitates Chess: Making the Right Moves, From the Board to the Boardroom by Garry Kasparov
Current Wearing
Raul is the new Fidel,
Luke
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