Saturday, November 26, 2011
Treat Yo'Self, 2011!
Inch-and-a-half long roots, you are so out of here. (See you again in ten weeks). Blurg. I can't complain though because I'm finally living in a country where when I need my hair done, I just have to push a button on my new phone, say to an imaginary woman named Siri (who pronounces my name 'Caddy' so I had to change the spelling of my name in my phone to 'Katie') "I need a hair cut" and then she gives me all the nearest hair salons and I just pick the closest one to wherever I am and go there.
Of course I forgot to ask how much beforehand and got duped out of $130 plus tip, but oh, the convenience.
Remember when life wasn't so simple and the consequence was orange hair and bad mushroom cuts?
USA! USA! USA!
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*now experiencing a mushroom cut flashback*
You can teach Siri how to pronounce your name correctly! (E had to do that for his last name.) You can even teach her who is your mom, best friend, brother, etc.
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