Friday, April 13, 2007

the anti-girl

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.


Flighty Bird said...

So how'd it come out?! Did it need fixing this time?!

Bridget Rockstar!! said...

Of course it did. They ALWAYS try to Williamsburg - style helmet head my hair. New fangled mullet.