when new hair happens to unsuspecting people

on tuesday evening, i had my hair cut (after forgetting my appointment on saturday).

so what do i think looking at myself after the cut?

murag nanimaws gyud ang hairstylist sa akong missed appointment. (it looks as if the hairstylist got her revenge on me).

there i was apologetic, and feeling embarassed for forgetting about the appointment. i was quite surprised she was very forgiving considering, it wasnt the first time i did it. (last year, i forgot about another appointment too, *slap forehead*). my excuse of not feeling well on saturday fell between uncomfortable and seemed like a bad lie considering it was the plain truth.

she didnt even have to ask me what i wanted when i sat on the swivel chair. she knew, having been my hairstylist for over two years, i have the same haircut over and over. i am anyway, a creature of habit. hairstyle is one of them. i stick with what works, and what im comfortable.

but she was scissor happy. and took more layers than she should. i was distracted with the free handmassage given to me simutaneously with the haircut.

the next thing i know, i was paying forty five pounds (tips and all) worth of 80’s jon bon jovi layers.  

 

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at work today (i dont work tuesdays and wednesdays–my university days), my colleagues remarked that they like my hairstyle. if they knew, it was an hour’s worth of hair products , hairtstyling and blowdrying, they might have said something else. an hour’s worth of waking up earlier than normal.

everybody now, “im gonna lay you down in a bed of roses..”!!!