| 4/20/2006 |
IT'S BEEN A BAD DAY PLEASE DON'T TAKE MY PICTURE
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"Bad day" doesn't do justice to the bad hair WEEK that I've been having. I get my hair cut about once every 3 or 4 weeks. I find that keeping it short is best. Balding denial left me a long time ago. After the Windstorm From The West last weekend, I was reminded how much I needed a hair cut.
The only problem is the girl who cuts my hair moved. I barely finish training her how I like my hair to be cut and she has the gall to move!
Training someone new isn't going to be easy. I don't have that much hair. I don't go in for some $200 coif that will bring all the boys to the yard. I actually think I should get a discount consider how little actually gets cut and how short a time it takes.
With my last barber (Stylist? Salon expert? Coiffier?) I had to go through the various explinations.
HER: "Did you just wake up?"
ME: "No... I just got home from work."
HER: "Oh, cause it looks like you've got a little bed head."
She discovers that I have a weird section on my hair where the hair feels like growing against the grain. But she's forgotten by the next visit.
HER: "Which side is the funny side?"
ME: "They're all funny sides."
After wetting my hair for cutting...
HER: "You hair sure does dry fast!"
ME: "When you have as much hair on your head as some people have on their arms, it doesn't take long."
Yeah... So I need a hair cut.
It's always a little entertaining when someone asks if I colored my hair. Have I ever done that? Yes... And it was a train wreck. But I've had every hair color naturally. I was born blonde. Turned red. Stayed brown. And is now black on the back section of my hairline. As you can see from this youthful timeline.
Yeah... So I need a hair cut.
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I posted this @ 4/20/2006 07:36:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
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