When I was a kid, my dad wouldn't allow me to go to a barber/hairstylist. Instead, he'd cut my fair himself -- but only with scissors, no clippers. (He was very anti-technology.) Not surprisingly, my hair looked like sh!t. Then a miracle occurred: My parents divorced when I was 12 and suddenly I had the freedom to do a lot of things, including getting the haircut I wanted. So as a sign of rebellion (and to spite my dad), I shaved my head completely. Good times.
Salve, Regina, Mater misericordiae
Vita, dulcedo, et spes nostra
Salve, Salve Regina
Ad te clamamus exsules filii Eva
Ad te suspiramus, gementes et flentes
O clemens O pia
Updated On: 3/30/08 at 12:11 AM