here’s a little tip, the surest way to get me to do something is to tell me not to do it.

i went and got my hair cut and colored today. i had this beautiful little haircutting nymph. i think she might have been all of 19. i told her i wanted me some red hair. and she argued with me. she wasn’t sure i would like it THAT red and if i went THAT red, well i wouldn’t be able to get that honey blonde color back so easily (who wants honey blonde hair?). so the more she tried to persuade me, the stronger my resolve grew. so now i got me some ronald mcdonald red hair.

it’s my fault, well sorta. i was under the impression that i was getting highlights. she was under the impression that i was getting all-over color. her impression won.

such is life. it’s only hair. next time i get my hair cut i’ll get it fixed. and even better, i’ll be getting it fixed by MARY! yes, i found out where she is. when i went to pay for my mcdonald ‘do, the receptionist girl asked me if i had seen mary at her new place yet.

“no! i didn’t know where she went.”
“they didn’t tell you?”
“no! when i called to make the appointment and asked for mary all they told me is that she was no longer with you.”
“oh, they are supposed to tell you when you call and ask for someone specifically.”
“so where is she?”
“at american looks.”
“where’s that?”
“by the casino.”
“thank you thank you thank you.”
“yeah, i was kind of surprised to see you in here, with mary gone.”

see? that’s how much i loved mary. even total strangers knew that i only saw mary. i am so happy i could weep.

it was just so weird going to someone else. she didn’t know anything about me and my hair. she kept asking me how i wanted it done and what i liked to do with it and if i had kids or if i was married and she was way more uptight than mary. it was like a first date. i hated it. she didn’t use the same mystery spooj mary used and she didn’t trust me when i said i like my hair to be all wild and messy. i think she got rather annoyed with me, even though i was perfectly nice (perhaps i came off snobby because i was quiet and sort of timid and sort of well, tense). by the time it came to actually doing the part of the hair do, she didn’t do it. she moved a blow dryer around my head and sent me on my way. it all just felt so sordid and dirty, like i was cheating on mary.

gah, i cannot wait to get my hair cut in 4-6 weeks and see mary again.