my friend matthew

I wish my hair upon my head would somehow, magically grow to the desired length and style. Because of its lack of cooperation, my mother cuts it. She uses a simple machine known as the Flobee. A vacuum attachment that you put your hair into and it will cut it for you. Ingenious, yet freakin' scary. Not sure if it's because of the amazing floppiness of my ears and the illusion that they will also be trimmed. But that thing scares Joshua.