what i'm not

matt has notoriously bad hair. perhaps not "bad" so much as "eccentric."

tuesday evening he picked me up from the airport with his new mullet.
it's fluffy on the top and sides, and longer than my own hair in the back.

last night i said, matt, you have some fuzzy stuff in your hair.
he said, oh, it's probably just some spider webs.
and he left them there.

i probably shouldn't feel like crying, but i do.

[he did say that it's only temporary.]
[the haircut, i mean.]