Don't know why I didn't come

I like getting a new daring haircut every month, on the fly, because life isn't challenging enough otherwise.

Like the other day, I was driving by a student-run salon when I thought, "I should get the haircut Katie Holmes had two weeks ago-- the Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction." I went in and got an appointment immediately. It went like this:

"Give me bangs"
"I don't think you want bangs. How about something wispy that you can brush away?"
"No. Give me bangs. Cut them here."
"ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU WANT B-A-N-G-S?"
"Yes. Give me bangs."

She then made me sign a release form, which means two things:
1. I made a wise and popular decision
2. I am more punk-rock than you.