Baaaaad hair day

I can't believe the lengths people go to, to make a quick buck... This morning I became another Jozi crime stat. After waking up, I discovered that my digi clock was not flashing its usual 7.45am. [Crap...Shit...NOOOO!!] I scrambled out of bed and started getting ready for work. I opened the curtains to let some light in and was relieved to see some electricians (who were probably dispatched for the very same non-electrical reason above) inspecting the electric box, which is housed across the road from my place. This was a good sign...

I later found out, that some IDIOTIC NIT WIT had broken into the electric box (which has a huge steal door that's bolted), cut the cables and STOLEN them!!! Have you ever?... This is not a new thieving phenomonen by the way- the electrical klepto steals the cables and later strips them for the copper wires, which he later sells :S

Because of this pathetic antic, I had no hairdryer. This was a tragic affair!!! I couldn't go to work with a flopsy mullhawk (previously muh lil mohawkie) I had to do something- so I did what any mulhawké would have done- I took a fine toothed comb to my flat tresses. I teased the shit outta my hair for some volume. Grrr... With some help from Mr Gel it looks sorta lush and presentablish. (Oh well, at least I don't have to look at it.)

I have yet to be told I look weird... I guess it says something about my daily look. Tehehe.