MY Blow Out

I hate going to hair salons. Yeah, I know you're supposed to feel relaxed and pampered and all that shit. But something about the loud music irritates my nervous system and my heartrate increases. Something about getting shampoo in my eyes irritates me (and my eyes, go figure). Making small talk for an hour with somebody I'd never be friends with in "real life" is a huge effort for me. And something about staring into a mirror for an hour makes me want to cry (no, I don't have 'issues', why do you ask?). Plus, I REALLY hate having people focus on me and fuss over me. I once had a nervous breakdown in a salon in New York when two girls were blow-drying my hair at once to speed things along. But, I force myself to go sometimes. Partly because I'm too hair-retarded to ever do my own hair and partly because these people are damn good at making my hair look DAMN good!

I am very happy that I forced myself to go to a hair salon today. I stayed up very late last night to catcha repeat of the season finale of Blow Out, and knew if I could talk with anybody about Jonathan and what I find so amusing about his crying, it would be somebody at my hair salon.

While I'm chatting with my stylist (I have a stylist!), she mentions that she's in training to become certified at coloring hair. Oh! It's so funny you mention that - I've been thinking about coloring my hair! (Hey, I'm no fool; I love discounts!) So now I've been invited to come back and get my hair colored for a whopping $30! Not only that, but she encouraged me to have some friends come in. Fuck, now I need some friends. Do I get a referral discount? You betcha I do! So I just have one question for you (all two of you who read this): How do you think I'll look with purple hair that has green streaks in it? I think it'll really bring out my eyes.