The Perks of Being a Cuban.

My hair is far too short. It used to be long, on my face, unruly, and perfect. Now, its short; it makes my head look so long. I look teribble, and it's all because of Danny, the hair guy. He was, I think, too busy singing the disco music on the radio to listen to what i had told him. "I DO NOT WANT IT SHORT!!!! It must still be long, just clean it up on the sides and the front to make me presentable enough so the family will stp telling me how much they hate it." I am sick and tired of listening to old know-nothing family members tell me how "ugly" I looked. But now they have their wish, and I'm stuck with a hair cut fit for any castmember on "The L Word".