Twix Isn't Just a Candy Bar These Days

shirt: handmade     scarf: handmade     belt: thrifted     jeans: Vigoss     boots: thrifted    sunnies: thrifted

Want to know something scaryily appropriate for halloween? I haven't cut my hair in over a year. Did you shriek? Isn't that just terrifying. I mean if I were a man, I'd look homeless...well and also look like a man. So I figured it was time, so I called up my usual place to schedule a hair appointment (and by usual I mean annual, what we're poor college students. don't judge.) and I ask for an appointment with my main man, his name is Shep if you must know. And the cute little receptionist that gave her s'sssssss just a little too much sssssss told me that he was booked until January. JANUARY?! JANUARY?! Must I say January one more time?! I thought only people like Snookie and Lady G were booked that far in advance. So I ask for another stylist she likes and she books me an appointment for this weekend.

Guess what his name is?

Twix.

This concerns me. 

1. He's named after a candy bar (one of my favorites by the way!)

2. Will I perhaps walk out with numbers shaved into the side of my head because he's a straight up G.

3. Doesn't Twix just sound...girly.

4. Did I mention he's named after a dang candy bar!

I was way too intrigued by this twix man to say no. I mean who am I to judge. My name is Sarah after all and that's pretty out there and unique as far as names go so wouldn't that be just calling the kettle hot...or black....or full of tea. So I made the appointment...with Twix, and if Monday I have pictures as a bald woman, well now you'll know why.