adventures in scissors

i have the unique ability (or curse) for inducing the wailing and knashing of teeth of hair stylists. You see my hair is kind of like a trickster god. if it in a bad mood, it looks just kind of bland and puffy, but I swear to you (It's my hair!) it's curly! quite big ringlets! And then, while trying to cut and shape my hair, the stylist started to look quite perplexed

"But, it's fine... and thick... how it is growing in my hands. As. I. speak?"

After the stylist got over her confusion and I discussed the H20 plus no touching rule, we came to a style both of us felt comfortable about. But not before half of my hair was on the ground. Of course, I still have a lot of hair of my head. Because it's like a liquid, my hair, it fills whatever shape it's given.

( a mind of it's own )