Tuesday, March 31, 2009
I keep writing...
...entries that are really angry.
They're saved as drafts. I'm sparing you....you can thank me later :)
Instead, I'll keep up the funny.
You see, I got my hair cut on Saturday. I walked in, looked at Dina, and said, "I'm SICK of it! Do something. I don't care what. Just something."
She's never steered me wrong before.
As a bit of background, it's been getting harder and harder to keep up the sleek, straight look lately. All of those curls that plagued me when I was younger have decided to start making a comeback, and it had gotten to the point where I was spending 20 minutes on my hair every morning.
We all know that is not something that could ever make me happy.
And it still wouldn't come out straight.
Hence the plea for change.
So she cut my hair. Not terribly much off the length, but she added layers. Lots and lots of layers.
And now, all of a sudden, I have big hair again.
1988 called. It wants its hair back.
This is going to take some getting used to.
Oh, and the worst part?
Stephan, my salon eye-candy boytoy, got fired. No more porn-shampoos for our dear heroine.
Boo.
They're saved as drafts. I'm sparing you....you can thank me later :)
Instead, I'll keep up the funny.
You see, I got my hair cut on Saturday. I walked in, looked at Dina, and said, "I'm SICK of it! Do something. I don't care what. Just something."
She's never steered me wrong before.
As a bit of background, it's been getting harder and harder to keep up the sleek, straight look lately. All of those curls that plagued me when I was younger have decided to start making a comeback, and it had gotten to the point where I was spending 20 minutes on my hair every morning.
We all know that is not something that could ever make me happy.
And it still wouldn't come out straight.
Hence the plea for change.
So she cut my hair. Not terribly much off the length, but she added layers. Lots and lots of layers.
And now, all of a sudden, I have big hair again.
1988 called. It wants its hair back.
This is going to take some getting used to.
Oh, and the worst part?
Stephan, my salon eye-candy boytoy, got fired. No more porn-shampoos for our dear heroine.
Boo.
1 comments:
Angry would be more interesting and even funnier, I'm sure.