Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Confessions of a haircut addict.

Sometimes Hair Therapy backfires.  It's rare, but it does happen.


You walk into the hairdresser's with optimism in your heart, sure that in about an hour's time you will have happily transformed from an ugly duckling into the swan you were always meant to be.  You have a clear idea of what you want... and come out with the exact opposite. 

Case and point:
I want to grow my hair out and wanted the hairdresser in question to straighten the back and shorten my bangs so I can let it go for the next 3 months till I get home. 

So... how come I look like your new alien boyfriend.  My hair is shorter than my brother's, and he's balding people.

Hold on LA, my spaceship will be landing shortly.


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"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head,
"Supposing it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, ofcourse."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.