I just got through crying (yes, crying. this is a big deal) over my hair. now, while that may sound like typical whiney bitch motivation for tears, i really could care less, because i’m so angry i don’t know what i’m going to do. I just spent four hours watching some lady do whatever the hell she wanted to do to my hair, completely ignoring what i told her. (now i’m crying again. whiney bitch ahoy.) I said “I want it short, choppy, long, swept across bangs, RED, like, maroon red, and cut so it will flip out nice.” She cut it short alright, but it’s round, short, straight across bangs, MY NATURAL HAIR COLOR WITH RED HIGHLIGHTS, and straightened under to frame my egg shaped face. okay, it’s not the worst haircut in the world, but it sure as hell is the worst haircut i’ve ever had, and NOT what i wanted at all. If i wanted this, i could have taken the scissors in my kitchen and done it in front of a mirror. Not to mention: WHAT THE FUCK WOMAN I SAID RED BECAUSE I WANT A CHANGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if i wanted my old hair color back, i would have asked for it.
sorry for the bitchyness. i just don’t know what i’m going to do. there’s nothing i can think of that will save this one.
