pubes on your head

i finally had the nerve to finally have my hair fixed. and well, mixed reactions are what i got. i remember one person telling me "no comment". all i do was laugh along. deep inside i wondered, did i do something wrong? as i went to work i realized what if people would laugh at my new hair? dammit dude you're already on your way, and it wouldn't hurt to try to show up. and if i ever made an absence, lolx i'd get busted. so no to absences and why the hell would i? i'm with the nicest set of people someone could ever have. funny thing is, when i arrived at work, people did the same thing! i don't mean just like my hair, but they also changed some things to make themselves feel good, while not looking good. ^^
well goodbye to my old hair and welcome this new one. its a weird feeling knowing something on you has changed, something nice. you feel like you don't want anything to happen to it. so hello muriatic acid! hello acetone! hello mr. clean! joke!
thanks to a kind hearted person who showed me the best way to ruin someone's hair, i did it. wherever you are i know that the nuno sa punsos and the capres will take care you. and i will. ^^
this doesn't mean i'm changing and forgetting. everytime i think of it i wonder. will my special someone like it? what'd say? will'd kill me? dammit! i wish i asked permission.

what's with my hair anyways?
its just pubes on your head^^