Self Portrait.
Don't I look like Elvis?
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2 comments:
I thought your hair was going to be shorter. Like Marcus hair short.
I too thought my hair is going to be shorter. The guy who cut it was so shocked about the fact that I wanted to get rid of my long hair, that he did not dare to cut it any shorter and I didn't have heart to say it wasn't short enough when he announced his job done. And for some reason my hair grows faster than mushrooms during a rain season so I have to pay a visit to that hair dresser soon again. This time I try to make it clear that it has to be SHORT. But not as short as Markus' hair. I had it once like that. I have not reason to look like Sinead again.
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