It's like I got a new haircut, but I don't know how to style it.
It's like I switched from Supercuts to an uptown salon, and I know it's better, but so far I don't look any better. Because I don't know how to style it.
It's like I complained about my Supercuts hairstyle and then Ken surprised me and gave me a gift certificate for an uptown salon.
Or more like he blindfolded me and drove me uptown himself.
Or more like he brought the uptown hairstylist to me.
And I know it's better, and I've wanted it for a long time, but I don't know how to manage my new haircut, and so it doesn't actually look better (because I don't know what I'm doing).
So I'm hiding out.
But tomorrow I'm going to that uptown salon and getting some lessons.
On my new *haircut*.