Fuck you Paul Mitchell. Fuck you to HELL!!!
My baby left for a friend's place for the night, so I went and got a haircut. I go to the mall for it (fuck off, she's the only one on the planet that knows how to cut my hair right, I don't care if she works at Wallmart. Yeah, uh-huh! I SAID IT!) but I have to wait an hour.
Mmmm record store... *drools*
See, I'm a dad now. And things like buying nice CD's and band shirts and tattoos kinda goes by the wayside, so going into a record store for me these days is like looking at porn in your momma's bathroom.
Ok, I saw the SG video for Louis XIV (who doesn't love that?) so I decide to check out what else they have on thier disc. It's a fucking cool album. Made my haircut lady spin it in the shop. She's got pretty good taste in music too. Picked up the old Hives CD too, and decided to whip myself in pennance later.
So back to the haircut. I decided I wanted to freak my bosses out a little, so I wanted to dye my hair blue (I've wanted to for a long time ANYWAY, so...).
As she's rinsing my hair after dying it I hear "Oh, dammit" Not exactly the kind of thing you want to hear when getting your hair done at any stage. I once had a physical and showed my doctor a sore on my foot and she said Oh my GOD. Nowhere near as bad.
The color won't hold. My hair's too healthy. I blame Paul Mitchell and his fucking tea tree oil conditioner. Anyway, I'm going back in tomorrow and getting some magenta put into my white hair. It should be a nice effect. She said it should hold as it's a different kind of dye and it's more permanent. If not she's going to bleach my hair to damage it.
I'm paying and she asks me what product I need for my hair. Spiffy. I just ran out of my gunk at home.
She hands me Paul Mitchell pomade.
*sigh*
My baby left for a friend's place for the night, so I went and got a haircut. I go to the mall for it (fuck off, she's the only one on the planet that knows how to cut my hair right, I don't care if she works at Wallmart. Yeah, uh-huh! I SAID IT!) but I have to wait an hour.
Mmmm record store... *drools*
See, I'm a dad now. And things like buying nice CD's and band shirts and tattoos kinda goes by the wayside, so going into a record store for me these days is like looking at porn in your momma's bathroom.
Ok, I saw the SG video for Louis XIV (who doesn't love that?) so I decide to check out what else they have on thier disc. It's a fucking cool album. Made my haircut lady spin it in the shop. She's got pretty good taste in music too. Picked up the old Hives CD too, and decided to whip myself in pennance later.
So back to the haircut. I decided I wanted to freak my bosses out a little, so I wanted to dye my hair blue (I've wanted to for a long time ANYWAY, so...).
As she's rinsing my hair after dying it I hear "Oh, dammit" Not exactly the kind of thing you want to hear when getting your hair done at any stage. I once had a physical and showed my doctor a sore on my foot and she said Oh my GOD. Nowhere near as bad.
The color won't hold. My hair's too healthy. I blame Paul Mitchell and his fucking tea tree oil conditioner. Anyway, I'm going back in tomorrow and getting some magenta put into my white hair. It should be a nice effect. She said it should hold as it's a different kind of dye and it's more permanent. If not she's going to bleach my hair to damage it.
I'm paying and she asks me what product I need for my hair. Spiffy. I just ran out of my gunk at home.
She hands me Paul Mitchell pomade.
*sigh*
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Nice profile pic... Hope the hair color works out for you.
Love and kisses
Michelle xx