Talking to my roommate last night:
Me: My hair is getting too long.
Roommate: Cut it.
Me: No, it’s not long enough yet.
Roommate: *confused look*
Me: To donate, it’s not long enough to donate yet.
Roommate: It is totally long enough to donate!
Me: No, if I cut enough off now I’d look like a pudgy faced little boy.
Roommate: So you’re definitely going to donate it?
Me: Yes, I haven’t in a while.
Roommate: Your head is like a farm. Hair is your crop! You are both farm and farmer!
And she’s the one always saying she “worries about me.” She’s just as strange, just saying.
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