not really. but still.
Luckily it was delicious, though i'm not sure if i'd say it was completely worth the wait.
I've decided i have a serious problem. A disease, if you will.
Let's call it the "Bad-Haircut-Syndrome."
I wait and wait and wait till my hair resembles a lions mane to get it cut... trying to put off the unavoidable as long as possible.
But no matter how much i try, i always give in and make my way to the salon.
It starts off by me showing them a picture of what i want it to look like.
They act like they got it down, and pull out the scissors.
they start snipping away, and half way through say something along the lines of,
"is that was you were thinking?" or "is it looking ok?"
...and this is where my illness kicks in.
no matter how completely OPPOSITE of what i wanted it is...
i bite my lip, nod my head, and say "yes, that's perfect"
*forehead-smack*
so on they carry, along their merrily scissior happy way, until my hair is so absolutely abborhent i can't even look in the mirror.
no, i'm not exaggerating.
They finish, i pay the $20 and then race home before anyone can see.
It always leads to me standing in front of the mirror with scissors, trying to salvage whatever hair i have left. Desperately trying to coax my hair into some manageable state.
I know, it's all my fault. How hard would it be to tell them no, that's not right or what i want?
But no, I'm too dang nice i guess. I just don't want to hurt anyones feelings!
So here i sit. With botched bangs and unever layers.
feeling pretty ridiculous.
which i deserve, i suppose.
