I am sitting here at my desk at work, procrastinating leaving because I have a hair appointment. Seriously, I am sitting here playing solitare.
Why do I dread getting my hair done?
Because they never get it quite right, so I have to go home and fix it. Sure, I would ask them to fix it there, but it takes me a day to notice what is bajiggaty.
Also, I hate the small talk. Typically I run out about 75% of the way through, and am just digging. Silence is even more exhausting, so I struggle through.
The luxury of it all seems like a waste too. I don't really enjoy the whole shampoo and head massage thing. I could be spending that time drinking. I have priorities.
So here I am about to ship off. Ugh. Blah.
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So how'd it come out?! Did it need fixing this time?!
Of course it did. They ALWAYS try to Williamsburg - style helmet head my hair. New fangled mullet.
Bastards.
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