HAIR...not the musical...my head.

Damn it! I keep going to these hair dressers who constantly destroy my hair. Let me fill you in on something...I love my hair, and I will not hesitate to spent hours on end trying to get a certain look (I can be a little vain at times). Of late I've been lacking in that department, partially because my hair isn't doing the things I want it to do anymore. So I keep trying to get it cut perfectly to get a really wicked look.

Now, being in the T-dot I said to myself, let's go to the old hair stylist and get the hair done. Well, she wasnt there, and I ended up going to another guy.

The first question he asks me is 'do you want to keep it long, or cut it short.' And I CLEARLY remember saying to the guy, 'let's go short'.

So he sits me down in his chair, and I recant my tales of bad haircuts(something I normally do with hair dressers--beats sitting there in silence). So I tell him that I want something that I can work with very easily, that I can just do-and go. He looks at me and says, don't worry, with my haircut you'll be able to do whatever you want. Ho sounded SO confident, that I put my complete faith in the guy.

About a half hour later I realize that he is another notch on my bad haircut belt. WHY DEAR GOD WHY!!!!

Whatever, I look like one of those posters you find in a barber shop of some 10 year old, white blonde kid, with one of those mushroom haircuts--that I supposedly don't have to worry about for a freakin month.

Next time, it's going to be the summer cut....which probably means short hair!