Sweats

This kid might be sweaty as hell and have relatively questionable facial hair (and anyone who knows me knows that I rarely question a man's facial hair), but he's fucking cool.

Scalper

So I'm going to cut all my hair off. These luscious locks, my pride and upmost joy. I'm going to hack them all off in the name of cheek bones.

Good call?

Currently, I posses long, fairly like waves in candy floss tangerine tones, floating around my jaw line, hanging cheekily past my nipples and possessing that gorgeous golden white quality about the roots that so many Hollywood sellouts yearn for.

However, I've decided to opt for a catastrophic change. Actual life changing aesthetic moves. The snippers are out, though I think it's time to hunt out Big Apple of Brum instead as this ain't no job for some scrawny pimpled and trembling amateur. This is the work for an esteemed, confident and artful professional.

It's going to be short, blunt cut, angular and sharp around my jawline. Thick and feisty, a bedhead rumpled mess skimming my temple. Then it's going to be overcast with a golden greying whitened peroxide, the hair of an angel if ever you saw it, with the subtle candycoloured tint of minty green, subtley radiating from my skull.

Approve?
- Again,answersonthebackofapostcardplease.