The short misadventurez of getting a haircut

So basically, usually my mom cutz my hair (it'z not az lame az it soundz, she'z a professional) and my haircut is pretty basic, just a slightly outgrown buzzcut and a long "rat'z tail" at the back of my neck.

It'z 4 am on 27/01, I have an appointment at 12.
I try sleeping, spend an hour spinning in my bed like a kebab instead.
It'z 5 now, I decide that sleeping ain't worth it, and If I do go to sleep, I'll probably be late.
I stay up no problem until around 8 am, aaaaaaand fall asleep, accidentally! </3
At some point, I'm pretty sure, my mom was speaking 2 me, but it might've been a dream.....
Wake up at 11:11 (LUCKY NUMBERZ!!!), freak out, get dressed, grab my stuff, forget to take a second shirt with me. ToT
Down an energy drink on the way.
Get slightly lost, cuz I started walkin to a different place on autopilot.

Get to the salon, 3 minutez late, not too bad eh.
Somehow explain to thiz guy what I want, he doez hiz thing.
Pretty noice, some clean edges, not too short, 10/10.
Look at the back of my head, he cut my damn rat'z tail too short....
Have a mini panic attack while going home. :[
No hairdresser is allowed to touch my "tail" from now on.

Thatz all, folkz! I'm gonna go take a nap now.


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