linkin's life

Once upon a time, many years ago when I was but a innocent child walking from school to catch the bus home, my dearest friend (at the time) informed me with cruel glee that my fringe looked like Justin Beiber’s and those words haunt me more these days than they ever did back when he was just a dumb kid serenading a girl in a bowling alley.
But I guess the point of this story is that I had to go and get a haircut ASAP and I really hate getting haircuts because I always feel like the hairdresser is going to slice my jugular or something so that was pretty sad and now every time I look in the mirror, I can’t help but think, ’what if the Beiber is in me?’.I mean, I’m pretty sure he’s not because I’m not Canadian nor a complete asshole but the thought is still there.

… The End.