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!