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.

2 comments:

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.

Bastards.